an empty room - an open space
Recently, I find myself writing things that are pretty irrelevant to everything else. They aren't particularly interesting or introspective. Usually, I keep them in my documents folder and don't really think twice about them. Since no one really looks at my journal anymore, I've decided that this is as good of a place as any to put some of these writings.
Some of the things I write are true and others are fictional. Occasionally I'll write a line that I particularly like, or even a little poem. Sometimes I write lists.
This is NOT a diary. For posterity, I'll keep my previous entries from the past years that may examine my life a little too closely for comfort.
If anyone does stumble on this, feel free to comment.
So to begin….well, I wrote this earlier today:
When I was three, my parents took me on my first vacation. We drove to Ohio and went to Sea World and Cedar Point. Though I was very young, I still remember these details of the trip:
· Playing in the very back of the Escort Station Wagon during the long drives
· Jumping in bins of large colorful balls at both Sea World and Cedar Point
· Feeding dolphins in a big tub at Sea World
· Puking outside the car at the end of a very long day at Cedar Point. I don't remember how it was involved, but as a result of this, I never saw my Sesame Street blanket again
· Watching a show or two at Sea World and Cedar Point
· Driving to the front of Cedar Point and seeing the tall foreboding dark navy tower advertising Demon Drop at the very top in vibrant letters
· Reading a yellow book about the seasons in our hotel room.
· Seeing Bearenstein Bear country at Cedar Point. I didn't meet the Bearenstein Bears, but at least I made it there
And so it goes:
· A few years later, my dad would total the Escort while I pretended to sleep in the backseat
· Colorful ball bins would disappear quietly
· Sea World would also disappear, albeit not so quietly. Less children would have fishy hands
· I would never throw up after a day of rides again
· Oceana at Cedar Point would close, and the fish and sea life would either retire or die
· It would take 24 years before I would finally ride the Demon Drop
· I would still struggle with when to call Fall, Autumn and Autumn, Fall
· The Bearenstein Bears would be replaced with Snoopy and friends