1. When I was younger I thought myself to roller blade on my own. I don't remember when it happened exactly, only that it was during summers and sometime in elementary school. So my summer days were spent borrowing my sister's roller blades, strapping them on my much smaller than hers feet, and then going out to roll up and down, back and forth, on the granite sidewalks. Somehow I got it into my head that the sidewalks needed some embellishment. There were these plants that grew around the apartments I lived in then, plants with bright pink flowers covering them. So I would kill the plants, evil kid that I was, and pull all the flowers off. And then as I skated along I would throw them behind me. By the end of the day, when I usually went in from being too hot or too tired, there would be a whole path of pink flowers showing my ventures of the day.
2. I always have these dreams about tornadoes. I guess you would call them nightmares. Only, I'm not so sure if they really are nightmares, because they fascinate me all at the same time while scaring me, just like my feelings to tornadoes in real life. For several years of my life I wanted to be a meteorologist, specifically a storm chaser/tornado chaser. There's just something about bad weather that in general intrigues me, I can't say what it is. It just does. And tornadoes, they are even more interested. I think my obsession started with that movie Twister that came out in the early nineties. I've always wanted to see the inside of a tornado, like actually inside of it, not just pictures. But, I have these dreams, these dreams where there are tornadoes. And I don't just mean one or two, I mean a lot. And they always come out of nowhere. Like I'll be driving down the highway in a car or I'll be sitting in my house. And there are always just some many and they trap me. They are these massive, beautiful scary creatures attacking me from all sides.
3. My favorite memory is probably my senior year of high school in Disney World, on the first night. It's just something in the sire of Disney World that makes me so happy. And then it's just that nigh itself. we partied in Downtown Disney and then ran for the buses and tram just to get to Magic Kingdom in time. And then we were pushing through the crowd, closer and closer to the castle. And we were finally good enough and we paused, ready to watch the fireworks. And it was perfect because the fireworks were so beautiful and the songs and messages playing along with them were as well. I wanted to cry when Peter said he wished to "Never grow up, off to Neverland!" and there was the burst of white fireworks. And it was just great because I wasn't really thinking. I was thinking how the air was too hot for a summer night and my neck was should have been hurting from looking up at the fireworks. I wasn't really thinking about the people around me, the friends and not friends. I didn't think what people thought of me, I didn't care that I looked ugly and sweaty and I didn't have my absolute closest friends with me. I just looked at the fireworks and didn't think. I just loved them, and it was perfect.
4. Today I sat in Orr Park for several hours and just soaked up everything. I discovered hidden carvings, filmed some for Youtube, read a book I've been ignoring for far too long, and got chased down by a bumble bee when attempting to lay down in some perfect flowers. And it was just peaceful, it was just amazing. And I thought about things, this and more. It's scary and terrifying to be left alone with my thoughts. But it can also be so wonderful sometimes. I had a good day today in the park, it helped me a lot.
Fin.
-Keshia
Currently Reading Beyond the Valley of Thorns by Patrick Carmen
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