“Oh my God! My pompom’s!” Elizabeth says suddenly as she grabs out two pompom’s and she tucks in her elbows like she had done back in middle school.

She used to be a cheerleader and it was surprising that her parents still kept this. You and her were helping her parents clean out their attic back in North Carolina.

She shook them in front of your face and you sneezed. “Bless you— but oh my God. These are so nostalgic,” Elizabeth whispers.