Phoebe Week 6: Make Meaning
There are random times during the year when I find myself reminiscing about my childhood in New York City. Today I was scrolling through tik tok and saw that multiple of my friends from the city had tagged me in the same post. It was a tik tok about a random girl's favorite memories growing up in the city and the first one was this place called Make Meaning. I hadn't heard about it in so long, but when I saw it appear in that tik tok my eyes widened and I smiled. Make Meaning was a huge craft place a few blocks from my school where you could make anything from pottery, candles, glasswork, and even cake! It was a place where people of all ages came to express their creative side. It was practically magical in there especially for me because my dad was the owner. After school I would stop by to say hi to the workers who all knew and loved me. If I wanted to do any craft they would assist me as I made whatever my heart desired. I practically grew up in this store. All my friends loved it there and it became a part of their childhood too. When I think about it I still remember the feeling as I walked into the store. The building was painted in colorful Polka Dots with a huge Make Meaning sign. Upon entering the store the smells from the soap bar would fill your body and make you feel so special. It was a store that was constantly busy with smiling faces of all ages. It is one of my favorite memories of living in New York. When my friends tagged me in the post, I read all these comments of people who remembered Make Meaning and how many memories they made there. It made me so happy to know that someone shared the same amazing memories there as I did and it made me even happier to know that my dad's mission with the business was successful and that the memories made there would last a lifetime. Although we closed Make Meaning, there's a part of my childhood self that still believes its open. I never want to forget the feelings and memories I have from Make Meaning. Do you have a place that reminds you of your childhood?

A place that reminds me of my childhood is my grandparent's (on my dad's side) house. I don't get to see them often, so when I do it's very nostalgic.
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