I remember my kindergarten field day like it was yesterday. My dad, at the time, was living in the small apartment complex tucked behind my elementary school. I’d always loved how I could see his house from the blacktop where we had recess.
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Thursday, September 26th, 2019: It was approximately ten minutes until 10 A.M. when that familiar ding-dong from the intercom interrupted our jazz strings rehearsal. Our ears perked up, our bows lowered slowly, and I twitched in my black-and-white striped shirt as the principal’s gruff voice filled the orchestra room with his mundane announcements. However, this morning’s message struck differently. Continue reading
In seconds it disappears. A thought or idea appearing from my disarranged mind. A sentence beginning to form. A new perspective brought into the world. Forgotten. Forever chasing. As one thought emerges, waves of ideas quickly flood my mind leaving me with the scattered unfinished thoughts. By the time I could say it out loud or try to think about it again the words became lost.
The first time I thought about ending my own life, I was ten years old. I stared at the walls of my small room—pink on the upper half, lilac on the bottom—and cried. I imagined my death as a movie, with a hero saving me at the very end. I cried in relief that someone had been there to rescue me, even if they were only in my head. Continue reading
Trips to outer space, horse races, living in the wild, stealing precious jewels, finding bigfoot, these are all examples of what Moon and I were getting ourselves into. When I was younger, my imagination could take me anywhere, anytime.
People with the fear of the ocean fear its mysteries. I fear the currents and rough handling, alongside the dark enigmas. Continue reading
Challenges were fun to me growing up. Whenever given the chance to climb on something as a child, I would without fear. Continue reading