You're the one thing I can't get enough of-so I'll tell you something: this could be love
When I was very small and my sister was nothing more than an occasional wailing nuisance my family went to Pennsylvania to visit my aunt. she lived there with her dog and a couple of cats. What made her particularly special was the way she would take all the little ideas and dreams that floated around me and find the one I was most particularly attached to and make it as close to real as she could. This particular time we made a restaurant. I picked out all the kinds of food we would have on the menu, then we went shopping together for all the necessary ingredients. I don't remember any of the menu items in particular, or even how successful my little restaurant was, serving all of my parents. But I remember being particularly entranced with the idea of a banana split, one of the options for desert. It sounded so beautiful and complicated, and I wished I had liked bananas then.
When I was living on and off with my dad I was never particularly happy with the exception of the times I was away dancing. Sometimes my sister and I had to wash the dishes. While washing the dishes hardly seems like torture the way in which all of our chores was presented to us made them even less likable. Washing the dishes was not really an exception but we had our own way of coping. My step mom has a tape of 70's and 80's dance hits, stuff from dirty dancing and other 80's movies. We would put the tape on turn the volume up as high as it would go and fill the sink with bubbles until it overflowed. Then we danced around and sang at the top or our lungs along with whoever on the tape much to the annoyance of everyone else. (This is probably why we rarely had to do chores in the kitchen.) Everything eventually got clean and usually we ended up having to mop the floor too because we had spilled to many bubbles in our enthusiastic rendition of "I've had the time of my life." Later when we took road trips in the summer we would try to persuade them to let us listen to the tape. She would read magazines and draw pretty dresses and I would stare out the window and dream about sunny days and sand and ice cream and little sun dresses and happy smiles.