Monday, April 16, 2012

Do you remember the night we sat on your broken trampoline and looked at the sky? It was only April but you said that this is what summer feels like. You told me you were looking at the orange star and I told you that it might be a planet. I buried myself in your sweatshirt and you rubbed my stomach and I got black stuff all over my feet. You showed me where your rabbits were buried. We came inside for ice cream and your mom had been crying.


Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Tonight my dad and brother and I went out on an evening drive. I liked having the opportunity to leisurely go down any unexplored street that piqued my curiosity. My dad explained that most of the people living on the 40 year-old developments were older folk who had moved there in the 70's, had kids, and never left after they grew up and moved away. I thought about the families who had once lived there a half a generation before me, and the children who went to the carnival every year and had a best friend on Sport Hill Road and roamed the halls of my high school with cigarette smoke laced between their teeth.
I said it was kind of sad. Dad said it's very human.

I had my first track meet of the season yesterday. I'm proud of myself for running the half-mile on a whim as well as the mile. It was fun and I guess I did well despite my sickness. Today was definitely a day to stay home, though.


Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Today I found my first-ever 4-leaf clover while I was sitting down by the track and picking at the grass.

It sounds kind of silly, but it was a little dream of mine. To find one and keep it. It made me happy.



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