maybe things happen
I just realized the night before last, as I lay in my bed, that I had only three days left before I was completely ineligible for Boy Scouts. Seems strange how things like this simply slip away.
And last Thursday, the Ninth, I was walking to my car for school when I noticed something. My house is right across the corner of the bus stop from which I departed for school from Kindergarten through Sixth grade. On Thursday, it was empty. My neighborhood has grown up with me.
Tomorrow I pass from the growing to the grown for one year—then begin anew.
How curious.
As one grown, am I all I hoped?
Can I look my seventh-grade eyes straight-on without wavering? Second-grade? Pre-school?
That time-less self existing throughout before and after?
Let us hope.
*begins to ascend the stairs of supernatural scrutiny*
-=-raptur-=-
4 Comments:
*sings*Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Johnny, Happy birthday to you!*end singing*
Shees I haven't called you 'Johnny' in ages...oh the memories. It was great growing up down the block from you. You were my first friend in Middletown, I think. Thanks for making me feel welcome, and also for introducing me to Redwall!
Well, anyway,
HAPPY 18th BIRTHDAY!!!You've got your whole life ahead, don't waste it!
...BTW you need to adjust your settings so that your blog is on EST.
I remember watching you cross the street every day going home. And i still feel somewhat the same now as i did then. or at least i feel the same as my memory does. nice to see we've made it this far even though i don't think either of us really know how far we've gone...
i hope your body isn't in a freaky condition any longer.
take care.
i always thought supernatural scrutiny was an elevator
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