Recently, while painting with some black paint for an art project in an all-white room with a friend, I cautiously walked over, yet somehow, still managed to knock this litre bottle of paint onto a white carpet.
My friend and I looked at the stain. Silence.
Then we looked at each other.
I think we knew that stain would be a lasting memory of our friendship and that we would always remember the frantic 10 minutes of bleach, hairspray, Google searches and giggles that ensued.
Whether your moment is that one time you missed your friend’s hot dog and plastered them in mustard, dropped your sister’s phone down the toilet, forgot to put eggs in your Mum’s birthday cake, sometimes, you can just feel that you are going to remember it for a really long time.
And that is…
Post by Sasha
Photo from here.