Entry in which she brags about her bruises
It's rather on the rare side for me to feel like I'm 13 again. Yesterday was one of those days and it was good.
For me feeling like I'm 13 means getting on a skateboard, zipping down long steep hills far, far too fast and forgetting completely how much falling down rightnow would hurt. It means going out with the guys on a sunny day, wandering around the town in search of adventures and heckling each other to go faster and faster. It means getting sweaty and dirty and standing with your thumbs in your belt loops and squinting your eyes in the sun. It means kicking ass, and it means crashing so hard you burn holes in your jeans and scrape your knees, and it means getting up laughing and whooping and demanding another go at it.
It means going home hurting all over, feeling a bit sheepish but still bad-ass and rather enjoying the sting of the antiseptic.
For me feeling like I'm 13 means getting on a skateboard, zipping down long steep hills far, far too fast and forgetting completely how much falling down rightnow would hurt. It means going out with the guys on a sunny day, wandering around the town in search of adventures and heckling each other to go faster and faster. It means getting sweaty and dirty and standing with your thumbs in your belt loops and squinting your eyes in the sun. It means kicking ass, and it means crashing so hard you burn holes in your jeans and scrape your knees, and it means getting up laughing and whooping and demanding another go at it.
It means going home hurting all over, feeling a bit sheepish but still bad-ass and rather enjoying the sting of the antiseptic.