Weird De-jah-vou (OK, no idea how to spell that, just trying to sound it out the best I can!)

He guys...and girls I suppose...
I'm back from 10 days in Florida...holy cow, beautiful, beautiful, and beautiful...and salty. We had a great time. It was a family reunion, and I saw my dad's brother and his family, whom I haven't seen in over 9 years. It was spectacular, but I'm glad to be home.
We drove all the way down there, about 17 hours of driving both ways. On the way down, we stopped in this gas station, and I was walking around, and caught a glimpse and a smell of an old musty storage room in the back of the building. For some really odd reason it reminded me of the old Lincoln theatur, and strangely brought back floods of memories that I love:
I remember Seth and his piece of "memory cardboard", me always mooching off of Hanah's sack lunches, Joel and I trying to build that ridiculous set with four boards that were all different sizes and only 1" nails, watching Jordan, fully decked out in Tin man clothes, his face painted silver, holding up his axe in the middle of the stage (!!!), sitting for hours with Andrew stapling corn which just found the trash can, about 1,000 sandwiches from Jimmy John's, the painful task of getting Seth to keep his mouth still long enough to coat it with magenta lip stick. I miss it. I miss it tons, and I'll never forget all the memories we had there.
I start marching band camp at MacArthur on Monday...a sure sign that school's on the horizon. Ratz. I miss you guys, and hope you're all doing OK.
Love.