panama, panama.

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Returning to the park wasn’t quite the same, but I wasn’t expecting a revelation either. I wasn’t cold, but I wasn’t warm. Akward. I brought my jacket anyway. I used the crosswalk. I didn’t have my spotter with me this time and I was in no rush. The park still had an ice cream stand, a red swing set, a sandbox and the great, old walnut trees. We didn’t slurp vanilla ice cream. The ice cream man didn’t speak English anyway. We didn’t rock on the swing set. The swings would never go high enough for our tastes. We didn’t even make castles in the sand box with plastic buckets. We were probably too complicated for that. Or maybe it was our curiosity that drove us. The grassy hill was our amusement. One, two, three and roll. It was the biggest hill we had ever seen in our lives. We’d wear gray Camp T-shirts that were faded from last summer. The green and brown grass stains were dope. We looked dope. Rolling down the hill, shrieking with laughter and then arriving at the bottom of the hill in a messy heap of tangled bodies. Topsy-turvy. Our heads would spin and we’d collapse under the great walnut trees. I liked its shade sometimes. The amber sap that dropped from the trees onto my head was sticky. Sticky annoyed me, but not enough to wipe the sloppy smile off my face. Through the vertigo, I could see my friend smiling too.

I don’t have the addition of “teen” at the end of my age anymore; I lost my youthful trademark awhile back. Sitting here, the grass under my bottom doesn’t feel as soft anymore. I see my friend ever so often. Grin and giggle. I will always reserve rolling down the biggest hill at the park for my friend and me. It’s five thirty and I should call a cab, I won’t make it home in time to meet up with Russell. Maybe I’ll call him and tell him I’ll be late tonight. I’m not ready to leave the park just yet.

unanimous vote that this week blowed. i love the SHB though. winter break seems so far away, senior year seems very close. does that make sense? no.