You pick up an old toy and remember every happy moment that you ever experienced with it. You remember the sounds it made, the way it came back to your hand with a gentle thud, the tricks you struggled through learning with it, the satisfaction of your first bind. You think about all the time you’ve spent yoyoing because it helped you stick with it. You think about all the new friends you’ve made in your weird hobby. Also you are a clam.
Hello, old friend. You give it a throw and…
It’s that feeling all the time.