"There was a huge spider on the side of the car door" I was about seven, and my best friend at the time invited me to go to her grandparent's house, and they lived, like—their house's up against like a woodland area, like, lots of trees and stuff, and they had a hill in their backyard, and us being not the brightest at the age of seven, wanted to ride, like, a car, a kiddy car down the hill. Like one that had like no resistance on the wheels, so we would just like go blazing down the hill, I guess. And so we were about to get in it, my friend was like in the car, and I started screaming, and I couldn't explain to her why, because I was too scared to talk. There was a huge spider on the side of the car door that was about the size of like my palm now. And I couldn't tell her what it was, and so she got out and like was asking me "What's up? Hey?" And I just pointed, and then she starts screaming too, and we ran inside. And then her grandpa came outside and let's just say got rid of the spider. Um, we never finished our plan because we were too scared after that. We just stayed inside for the rest of the day. But we researched it, and we found out that it was a wolf spider. I mean, I don't know how accurate that is now, but that's what we called it at the time. But, yeah, that was one of the scariest, I would say, because spiders are terrifying.

"I always just love drives, honestly sometimes more than the destination." Yeah, so we're just dinking around Metro Detroit. We went to the big mall, with the globe in it, and we went to a Korean barbecue place, and you know, the drive back honestly, was probably one of my favorite moments from that little day trip. And it wasn't even really anything spectacular. Like, you know, my friend was driving, my roommate was in the backseat. She's kind of dozing off. Yeah, I was in the passenger seat and like, the sun was kind of setting. It was kind of getting dark. The sky was like changing colors and stuff. It was very beautiful. You know, like blues and purples and pinks, pinks down like the horizon where the sun's setting down.And, yeah, we're just driving like an hour, hour 30, maybe of highway, and we were listening to music, and this sounds so dumb, at one point, my friend, she just starts putting on this like, frat-house hype music. I don't, I feel like this the genre. And she's like doing, like the frat flick while she's driving, like I can feel the bass like rumbling in the car around me. And I don't really like type of music, like especially during that semester, like I didn't really like a lot of that music, even less so since like, yo, this is so trashy. This is so trashy. But like she plays Hotel Room Service by Pitbull. Yeah, Mr. Worldwide, Pitbull--I think that's Mr. Worldwide. That could be Eminem; I don't know the difference. I know they're like both bald white men. I don't know. But she's playing Hotel Room Service, she's bumping that. I could feel it like reverberate in my body, and like I think it's a disgusting song for me, I think it's incredibly crass, I think it's just really gross the way he talks about women in this hotel. But like, just in that moment, like just being surrounded by like my friends, people who love me, like I don't know, like. It just, I actually like that song now because whenever I hear it, whenever I hear "Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn; we're at the hotel, motel, Holiday Inn," I just think about that road -- that little day trip to Metro Detroit. And, you know what? "Two, plus two, I'm gonna undress you.…

“You could not see my face because I was just covered in boxes” I'm not sure what's the heaviest thing I've ever carried, but probably that's got to be my dog when I was a child. I used to have a Bernese mountain dog, and I'm pretty sure she would weigh the same as me. I was, I don't know how much, but I was probably 12 years old when we got her. She was huge and she was really loving, so I would always carry her. But I love carrying things because it made me feel really strong. Like whenever I go to the grocery store, I always get a lot of food, and then I always get it from the car in one, in one go, like I never come back. One time actually, I got a bunch of Amazon packages when I moved to my apartment, so I had to get a lot of furniture for cheap. So I got it from Amazon and actually all the packages came at the same time and sometimes they bring them right to the second floor where I stay, um, but when I ordered the heaviest stuff, they left it on the ground floor by the mail room. So I had to carry all probably eight boxes by myself to the second floor, which was actually probably the third because the ground floor doesn't count. And I could have came back for the -- half of the packages, but I ended up carrying all of them stacked on top of each other, and I actually felt like a cartoon character because it's a very common scene when somebody's carrying too many things on top of each other and it gets -- like, you could not see my face because I was just covered in boxes, and I was dropping them on the way to the third floor, but I was just so committed to do it in one go. I'm not sure why I'd rather do that than come back, maybe -- yeah, I don't know how it's easier. But that's, that was really heavy, I remember. So maybe yeah, the heaviest thing I've ever carried would be my dog and the eight Amazon packages.