I’m eight and I can’t wait to grow up. When I see my parents and their friends, with their towering legs and confident smiles; I really want to grow up. Those grown ups pile me into minivans and take me to my favorite sports and activities. I get to scream down a water slide, I take a chance on a three legged race and I throw my first frisbee to ( Read more... )

i hear you crying ( Read more... )

It's been a decade since my dad has wrote this for me. It was my card on my sixteenth birthday. A letter, actually. I want to share it, because sometimes I think I need to be reminded of it all ( Read more... )

Glass shattered around the weight of her bat, following through her swing and sending the shards into a firework explosion over her shoulder ( Read more... )

"Have at you!" Ping! Staple airborne! It arched lazily across the distance before sticking to Peter's sweater ( Read more... )

"When I get too far ahead, you always find me through the crowd. Through all these people, jostling into one another; sharp elbows and clumsy feet - you still find me. And I never have to look, I just turn and hold out my hand and you're there. Out of breath, sweating, or grinning; there you are. Even when I try to disappear, you know which ( Read more... )

"Sometimes I wonder, when you're sitting like that looking down at your nails - just what is going through your head. It feels like you are playing chess, but you've taken the proper pieces away ( Read more... )