sitting in my bed (of course), feeling a little sick from my multivitamin mixing with my dinner of ice cream, I ponder why I am in school. I don't feel ready to be an adult in so many all encompassing ways. i just want every day to be like i'm summer when i was 9 years old.
outside. barefoot. sandals. bikes. rainstorms. playing in puddles. picnics were the biggest adventures. eating when you were hungry. not thinking about anything but where we could sidewalk chalk next. dissecting worms on that log behind erica's house, or was it the Riggles? the hose. oh so much. running through the sprinklers. that cold gooey awesome feeling of wet muddy grass and bare feet. the smell of rain hitting hot concrete. popscicles. making up our own summer camps. roadtrips to California. geauga lake. feet being torn up from swimming in the pool too much. being forced to play softball. picking strawberries. the last day of school. finding out who your teacher was. gelly sandals.
I wish so badly i was articulate, descriptive and imaginative enough to truly express the emotional response i have when i think about summer as a child. All i want is that. all the time. i dont want to write reports, plan lessons, make presentations or wear dress up clothes. how is it the middle of july and i haven't played in the sprinklers yet?
oh right i'm 24.
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come visit me in utah. we'll do all those things. in fact, i'm planning on chalking soon.
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