Why is it I'm always most inspired after midnight? I made a statement
that I wouldn't start a journal because my life isn't that interesting. I
suppose I start it now more in the interest of documenting memories and
experiences. The difference between this and the rambles isn't clear, but
what the heck.
The memory that inspired this journal creation: There was the other day. I caught glimpse of
her and lost my breath. Maybe it showed. I shook my head and threw away
those thoughts. There are times I think that she will cause me to crash
and burn. I closed my eyes and breathed...
I'm young (Martin
Ct., Bolling AFB, Washington DC) and walking down the hallway from the
kitchen. I spy a blanket piled in convenient kicking lump (I've been
playing soccer since the 1st grade) and immediately start to run,
imagining my amazing kick sending the blanket up to the ceiling. Instead I
discover that the blanket is covering my brother's Tonka toy parking
garage (big, heavy, plastic). The discovery comes after I stop screaming
and crying I'm surprised to find that I didn't break my foot. It still
surprises me today.