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this entry consists of a question asked by my friend from Tacoma, plus one special message. Please do reply with any question. Thank you.
what’s your favorite memory as a kid
Whoo, hard question. Let me think. I guess I’ll have to say playing with my friends. Heh, I know that sounds so corny and so clicheish, but it really is true.
I remember playing on the monkey bars at my elementary school, us playing games and inventing new ones, spoofs on ‘duck, duck, goose’ and walking all straight like a mummy, searching for our friends to play tag, playing on the grass with a new found tennis ball hidden in tree, begrudgingly waiting for the ball to unravel from the pole in a game of tetherball.
I remember as we grow older, a girl moves to Texas, a boy moves across the state, and frienships are still holding on by a single thread. Friendship are like a canvas…sturdy, but with a clip by scissors, and you can tear it in half easily like a telephone book. I remember my friends, and only my friends remember me as what I was back then and what I am now.
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I have to take this moment to talk to you guys about something meaningful. I was surfing through the journals here, and one entry brought up a great point. A blind man wakes up and he miraculously has his vision back, he has been blind since he was young, he steps outside and sees his first sunset for the first time in decades, later that day he says to someone else, "I saw the sunset this morning." and the other person says, "Yeah? And?" .. He said this because we just are so used to seeing these things that we just sort of forget how beautiful they are until one day, you just think slower and take a nice, hard look around you and realize what an incompetent you've been, ignoring all that beauty. Slow down and smell the roses on the riverbank.
what’s your favorite memory as a kid
Whoo, hard question. Let me think. I guess I’ll have to say playing with my friends. Heh, I know that sounds so corny and so clicheish, but it really is true.
I remember playing on the monkey bars at my elementary school, us playing games and inventing new ones, spoofs on ‘duck, duck, goose’ and walking all straight like a mummy, searching for our friends to play tag, playing on the grass with a new found tennis ball hidden in tree, begrudgingly waiting for the ball to unravel from the pole in a game of tetherball.
I remember as we grow older, a girl moves to Texas, a boy moves across the state, and frienships are still holding on by a single thread. Friendship are like a canvas…sturdy, but with a clip by scissors, and you can tear it in half easily like a telephone book. I remember my friends, and only my friends remember me as what I was back then and what I am now.
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I have to take this moment to talk to you guys about something meaningful. I was surfing through the journals here, and one entry brought up a great point. A blind man wakes up and he miraculously has his vision back, he has been blind since he was young, he steps outside and sees his first sunset for the first time in decades, later that day he says to someone else, "I saw the sunset this morning." and the other person says, "Yeah? And?" .. He said this because we just are so used to seeing these things that we just sort of forget how beautiful they are until one day, you just think slower and take a nice, hard look around you and realize what an incompetent you've been, ignoring all that beauty. Slow down and smell the roses on the riverbank.