Remember before Instagram and Hipstamatic, when photos just came out looking awesome? And remember how delicious a nice bowl of dirt soup could be? Just the right graininess, moist but not soggy, not like those unappealing mudpies, no siree. And also, remember how weird and great it felt just to be tiny, to know you were smaller than all those big people who told you when to stop eating dirt soup and clean up and eat, holy crap, real food and you’re all like no way, we’re busy, like this:

Brother: And?

Sister: Mmmm.

Brother: Really?

Sister: You’ve outdone yourself, truly.

Also, stripes are effing stylish. Always. And I wish to the heavens that I still owned those shoes, but that they were magically in my size. See? We’re big now. Magic hardly even works anymore. At least not as efficiently as Instagram.