Song, song, song.

Idealistically, it's reminding me of being 14 on an island, the first boys who really liked me as a "young adult" (and they seemed so much older!), the first boyfriend, the health food store, the skipping of school, the population's propensity towards mind-altering substances, the hippie artistic people, their parents, riding around in the back of old cars, woods, and love. Norwegian Wood. Ah! Don't kill me, song. Yes, I could write something more complex and intricate about that place, though. I wonder how to do it justice? Maybe I have to take some writing classes. Make myself think hard about imagery and precision. Or just allow it to pour out, and then edit it.