Whistles, Bubblegum, Popsicles, and Balloons,

these are things that make me happy.

iPhones are cool, but they can't call the smile to my face that bubblegum can with just one pop. Popsicles sticks that used to be popsicles make it possible for me to be happy and my mom asked me, "Why do you like clay so much?"
Maybe it's the rush I get when I squish clay with my fingers
creating figures of what I feel like with my hands.
My brother told me, "Clay is just play-doh for grown-ups"
You know what I told him but didn't really tell him because I thought I could tell him I read it written down?
I told him "I like to keep my happiness repurchase-able, so that when I'm mean to myself Walgreens is open and Safeway can take all the sadness away from my day
and if clay can do that, and popsicles, and bubblegum, then I don't need anything else".