gettin' away from it all, at least for a little while
HI!
for those of you who know me best and those complete strangers i tell my entire life story to in the twilight hour, you would know that i love to spend the dog days of summers in the beautiful catskill mountains. those wooded valleys where i spent most of my childhood, exploring ceaselessly, are my true home. i can't wait to get back them and to the pristine creeks and rivers that i used to spend hours in, overturning every rock on the shoreline to catch a snake in the hopes of scaring my sisters. i have very fond memories of that place, especially my parents' cabin tucked away into the sincere landscape. it was there that i kissed my first boy--a frightening and beautiful experience. this place however was also the site of my greatest sorrow. three summers past from that very same in which i'd kissed Gregory on the docks, my first and true love would be taken from me. we were like any teens in love--brash, foolhearty, inexperienced. we had been drinking a smuggled fifth of whiskey, the good stuff, straight from my fathers extensive collection. taking long pulls each of the potent stuff it was not long before we were drunk. Recklessly we climbed a tree outstretching itself onto the water. We had jumped off many times before but this time Greg didn't see the submerged log and it's jagged limb hiddened in the shadows of the night. He jumped and impaled himself on a three foot branch. but that's behind me now, I have Marion now...
for those of you who know me best and those complete strangers i tell my entire life story to in the twilight hour, you would know that i love to spend the dog days of summers in the beautiful catskill mountains. those wooded valleys where i spent most of my childhood, exploring ceaselessly, are my true home. i can't wait to get back them and to the pristine creeks and rivers that i used to spend hours in, overturning every rock on the shoreline to catch a snake in the hopes of scaring my sisters. i have very fond memories of that place, especially my parents' cabin tucked away into the sincere landscape. it was there that i kissed my first boy--a frightening and beautiful experience. this place however was also the site of my greatest sorrow. three summers past from that very same in which i'd kissed Gregory on the docks, my first and true love would be taken from me. we were like any teens in love--brash, foolhearty, inexperienced. we had been drinking a smuggled fifth of whiskey, the good stuff, straight from my fathers extensive collection. taking long pulls each of the potent stuff it was not long before we were drunk. Recklessly we climbed a tree outstretching itself onto the water. We had jumped off many times before but this time Greg didn't see the submerged log and it's jagged limb hiddened in the shadows of the night. He jumped and impaled himself on a three foot branch. but that's behind me now, I have Marion now...