what if God was one of us
I miss being a child. I miss playing around and doing nothing all day just running around and having fun.
Spontaneously I find myself at Orava, my second home. It's uncle Charlie's birthday and my cousins had their birthdays a few days ago, so we decided to come and pay a visit this morning instead of the usual call. When i'm here, I can't help feeling nostalgic. I've spent half my childhood out in the garden, especially when I was here for the summer. I miss those days. So much sometimes. I miss playing with barbies and making up their lives and affairs. Anything I found or snatched could be turned into furniture, or a dress, or anything. It'm happy to know that I'm still of the generation that spend almost an entire childhood outside with friends, doing stupid things, laughing, getting into trouble,playing games. We didn't need watches and mobile phones, because we had the light of day to guide us. When it got dark, we simply went home.
We drank sweet lemonades full of sugar, not to mention all the ce cream and sweets, but we were never obese because we ran it all out. Really, I know I love my computer, but with their arrival...everything has gone to the dogs. My brother is never outside these days. His usual use of time consists of Bitefight and playing Counter Strike with his friends on the net. That's his contact, chatting and shooting each other. And he's only twelve. When I was twelve and before I've hit puberty and thought myself too important to go out and play hide and seek, I was constantly out. I was always in trouble for coming late home for meals or bed. I'm glad I have my dog now, because with him I get to go outside every day.
I've been thinking about engaging into some creative activity. Writing really seems to be on hold right now, and my drawings are still either epileptic or the creatures I draw are oddly disfigured. i tried drawing a fairy and she looks very manly:
Look at her muscly legs and expression. A man fairy. Oh and to give credit, I took inspiration from Brian Froud. First I find it easier to have some sort of object in front of me. Anyway, I've been thinking about knitting! My aunt used to knit beautiful stuff and she already said that she could try and teach me something. It would be so amazing.