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I like being home and just sitting around the house doing homework, it reminds me of how life used to be. Unfortunatly it also reminds me that I've grown up. Taking Rylie for a walk was an extreamly surreal but euphoric experience; walking through the old grove where I would climb that one sraggly tree. One time I jumped out of it and my shorts got caught on it and ripped all the way up. And then I walked to the jumping rock, a rock standing about 1 ft. tall on the courner of my street where Allie and I would hold hands and jump off it and then run (jump) around Richards house. And then there was the woods and secrect street where we would sled down in the winter, and the walk we would take all through high school home to my house, and then down to the river to walk rylie. I have ran it every day so far since I came home passing bits of my childhood on the road. Its strange for me to think people have children and then they grow up becuase it feels as if all the kids should still be in their homes and I can still go ring the doorbell. It seams as if i have not grown up yet.
I love holidays here becuase each one I have memories of from when I was young that are so clear it is like I have watched the movie a thousand times over. Of my plastic film nativity scene on Christmas eve and the smell of fish as I layed behind a string of chairs; of me chasing Richie Sesems on Mothers day in my pretty dress that my grandmother had sewen, trying to give him chicken pocks; Of The first time I realized I was taller than my Nonny on Easter eve. I feel like I have no reason to be cynical with my childhood.
God, I wish I was still a child with my "my little ponies" and my make believe worlds.
I love holidays here becuase each one I have memories of from when I was young that are so clear it is like I have watched the movie a thousand times over. Of my plastic film nativity scene on Christmas eve and the smell of fish as I layed behind a string of chairs; of me chasing Richie Sesems on Mothers day in my pretty dress that my grandmother had sewen, trying to give him chicken pocks; Of The first time I realized I was taller than my Nonny on Easter eve. I feel like I have no reason to be cynical with my childhood.
God, I wish I was still a child with my "my little ponies" and my make believe worlds.