Phases

By Daniel Krueger

For the past week and a half, I’ve been feeling weirdly nostalgic. Everything is alive with memories and for some reason I thought it would only be fair to write about it.

Just a few days ago, I was going through piles of photos that we keep stored in a room that connects to my bedroom. I was looking at photos of my siblings, my parents, weddings, anniversaries, holidays, etc. I stumbled upon a photo of myself dressed as Woody from Toy Story and it got me thinking about “phases”.

A “phase”, to me, is a period of time when a person is weirdly obsessed with something.

Gratefully, I was one of those people.

My first real “phase” was the Wonderful Wizard of Oz. I especially liked the Wicked Witch of the West.

My second “phase” was boats. I loved the Titanic! That one was a weird phase because I actually enjoyed watching the very tragic movie, mind you, this phase occured when I was 11.

I’m not going into detail but here’s the list (not in order):

● Mr. Potato Heads

● Harry Potter

● Hocus Pocus

● Witches (in general)

● The Hunger Games

But nonetheless, I’m grateful for these phases because if it weren’t for them, I’m afraid that I wouldn’t be the person I am today, a cliche but true ending.