the gong

on my first night at my father's, he rang the Japanese gong for dinner. it brought back memories. when we were teenagers, we always used the gong to get people's attention that dinner was now being served. it was easier than screaming up and down the stairs and so much nicer. i'd completely forgotten we used to do that, probably because it stopped once my sister and i no longer lived there. it was a really nice reminder of the past.