"Fuck! You dickhead!" Let's get up to speed. Okay vehicle game. Whenever you see a mini car you pinch your friend. When you see a yellow car or Beetle you punch. Taxis/buses = slap. Limo = slap on face. Pink car = scream in ear. I laughed so much that morning I thought my lungs were going to fall out. I don't think I had ever felt so good as that morning. But I had to leave. I kissed my friend goodbye and stepped out of her car. We arranged when to meet again. I closed the door and the rest is history.
 
Now I can't remember what caused it, but I suddenly remembered something. As I was walking down the road, avoiding the cracks in the pavement of course, I took a sunny left into a bright shop called 100% BIO. I got a fruity smoothie and strolled down the street in the most dandy walk ever! Okay, so you now how houses and people have certain smells that remind you of them? Well this smoothie had a certain taste I couldn't shake off. I knew it and I knew it well. But what was it?
 
And then it hit me; just as I was crossing the road. I stopped in fear. This time last year I was in Plureun. I remember ever so faintly what it was like to breathe in Plureun. I bit down hard and sucked on my smoothie so hard I hoped I would get brain freeze and I would forget about Plureun for a moment. But trying to forget a place like that is like trying to forget how to ride a bike. The brain freeze attempt didn't work, so I pulled my ears and punched my nose. But that didn't work either. So I sat under a bench, under a tree and confronted my problem. And that's why I am writing this to you. Well it's not really to you, or anyone that reads it. It's more of a way of venting my problem.
 
I pulled out my notebook from my bag. The cover was purple and fluffy, I wish you could feel it now. It was almost sexual. I kid you not. Okay, time to get serious. The page was empty. I began. If Plureun was a colour I could describe it somewhere between an old strawberry and a lime green pond. If it was a smell, the closest thing I could compare it to is like apricots and tissue paper, like old books almost. The image of the place was glorious. I guess I made it sound like a child sex dungeon earlier, but I'll explain later why I was so shocked by remembering Plureun.

Plureun would want me to tell you all it's good and bad points. Plureun looked like a childhood feel-good summer-filled, ice cream injected party. A colourful and arty little picture, full of a million different things, which you could stare at all day and still not see it all. Plureun was made from a box on April 17th 1976. Alas, Plureun was born.
 
I made Plureun and I killed it too. Originally it was simply just a box, about the size that would fit into a TV. I made it as a child. Sure, on the outside it looked plain and dull. But on the inside it was everything I wished for and more. Pictures made from my crayons, chocolate biscuits hanging from the top and caterpillars crawling about. Now most people, when they were kids had a special place and Plureun was my place. Except it wasn't just mine and it wasn't just special, much more than just a bloody box. The creatures I drew began to come to life. They came out of the cardboard walls and became 3D. It was scary and elegant all at once.

And just like that, all at once. I fell into Plureun. It grew, first to the size of a house, than a lake, and now it's own world. Soon it's own universe. The people grew as my mind grew. Anything I considered was there. Anything I lost interest in was gone.
 
We would spend lost weeks around dark campfires clapping and howling like apes and screaming like birds. We all passed about our weak points, secrets, stories of first kisses. Well that was something else too. Plureun was where I had my first kiss, with one of my own creations from my own mind. His name was Kidjjo. He was beautiful like a flower. We walked round the forest most nights talking about what other worlds would be like and magical floortraps. We named ten things we wanted to do before we died and each night we would do one of them. It seems we both had the same things on our lists. So we kissed.
 
Soon enough I had to leave. Don't ask me why. I’ve never really known why, just feelings and possible reasons why. I’ve guessed. And I can never return. It's horrible. My dreams went on without me and took all my friends.
 
I finished my smoothie and put away my book. I walked three miles to the next store and purchased six items. Chewing gum, rollerblades, someone else's memories, hayfever tablets, a TV and one silent night. That night I slept so well I thought I was never going to wake up. By the time I did wake up all memory of Plureun had been forgotten. That morning I opened the TV box with the bottom of my red rollerblades. I jumped into the box and sealed it shut with chewing gum. What happened from there I can only imagine.

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