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today was cool. one of the better days. i want to sink into my bed and go to sleep though.
i went ice skating. it was aweesome. well except for the end when i fell and i hurt my ass. ouchie. but the rest was cool. i liked the wood smoke of the fire pit and the brisk crisp air of the winter nights and the thousands upon thousands of little smiles and laughter radiating from the children. hm. it made me smile. and iliked just being able to wear my gray zip up jacket and a long sleeved black shirt and skate without getting cold at all.
i had some flashbacks on the way because we passed by the park where we used to play soccer all the time, day after day, long into the night, getting tired and then going and swinging on the swings, or playing a game of tag-youre-it and just chasing each other. Then i also remembered when roller skates were in and we all bought a bunch of roller skates and just skated round and round and round the humongous park over the bridge by the little moss-covered pond where the ducks would jump into when they saw us coming, because the ducks knew that they were safe in the middle of the pond, where no man would dare to venture into.
And yet, at the same time, this only brings back memories of the time that it was winter and me and my brother were riding our bikes around the same pond, which was now covered with a thin layer of ice, and i remembered ice in albania, which was five, six inches thick and able to support a child of my size. Then i saw fifty or so ducks standing on it and decided that if the ice could hold the ducks up, then i would be safe as well. As i touched the ice with the tip of my shoe, i lost my balance, fell into the pond, and felt the ice cold water swoosh around up to my waist because i refused to let my torso get under the water. And i remember just calling out to my brother for help because he was the only person that i saw around me andi remember him riding off with the bike. Where to? i dont really know. Then i also remember struggling to get out of the icecold pond and managing to hoist myself out of the pond and onto the sidewalk. Then, i remember laying there, my brand new hot pink coat ruined, a gift from my mom, and my brand new fifty dollar reebok's, a gift from my dad, covered with moss and algae, and soaked with brown, murky water. Then i waited for my dad to arrive and make things better. I didnt think that he would be coming to find me. I was on the sidewalk for a no less than five minutes when i heard heavy footsteps running towards me. i lifted my head up and i saw my dad running as fast as he could, pick me up, and ask me if i was okay. After I had assured him that i was in fact okay, he asked me what had happened and i told him that i was just wondering if the ice could hold me up as well since it could hold up fifty or so ducks. He laughed, asked if i was cold, and then took me home to my mom, turning the heater in the car to full blast so as to stop my teeth from chattering and my body from convulting. But then, as soon as we got home and all the way there, i kept getting madder and madder at him for laughing at me and for not being there to warn me not to do it. But then after a month or so, i learned to just kind of laugh at it too, because truth be told, this was quite funny...
i went ice skating. it was aweesome. well except for the end when i fell and i hurt my ass. ouchie. but the rest was cool. i liked the wood smoke of the fire pit and the brisk crisp air of the winter nights and the thousands upon thousands of little smiles and laughter radiating from the children. hm. it made me smile. and iliked just being able to wear my gray zip up jacket and a long sleeved black shirt and skate without getting cold at all.
i had some flashbacks on the way because we passed by the park where we used to play soccer all the time, day after day, long into the night, getting tired and then going and swinging on the swings, or playing a game of tag-youre-it and just chasing each other. Then i also remembered when roller skates were in and we all bought a bunch of roller skates and just skated round and round and round the humongous park over the bridge by the little moss-covered pond where the ducks would jump into when they saw us coming, because the ducks knew that they were safe in the middle of the pond, where no man would dare to venture into.
And yet, at the same time, this only brings back memories of the time that it was winter and me and my brother were riding our bikes around the same pond, which was now covered with a thin layer of ice, and i remembered ice in albania, which was five, six inches thick and able to support a child of my size. Then i saw fifty or so ducks standing on it and decided that if the ice could hold the ducks up, then i would be safe as well. As i touched the ice with the tip of my shoe, i lost my balance, fell into the pond, and felt the ice cold water swoosh around up to my waist because i refused to let my torso get under the water. And i remember just calling out to my brother for help because he was the only person that i saw around me andi remember him riding off with the bike. Where to? i dont really know. Then i also remember struggling to get out of the icecold pond and managing to hoist myself out of the pond and onto the sidewalk. Then, i remember laying there, my brand new hot pink coat ruined, a gift from my mom, and my brand new fifty dollar reebok's, a gift from my dad, covered with moss and algae, and soaked with brown, murky water. Then i waited for my dad to arrive and make things better. I didnt think that he would be coming to find me. I was on the sidewalk for a no less than five minutes when i heard heavy footsteps running towards me. i lifted my head up and i saw my dad running as fast as he could, pick me up, and ask me if i was okay. After I had assured him that i was in fact okay, he asked me what had happened and i told him that i was just wondering if the ice could hold me up as well since it could hold up fifty or so ducks. He laughed, asked if i was cold, and then took me home to my mom, turning the heater in the car to full blast so as to stop my teeth from chattering and my body from convulting. But then, as soon as we got home and all the way there, i kept getting madder and madder at him for laughing at me and for not being there to warn me not to do it. But then after a month or so, i learned to just kind of laugh at it too, because truth be told, this was quite funny...