It’s 4:00 on a Friday afternoon and the sun is blazing. Thirty one degrees outside and I’ve got nothing but time. No homework and my parents aren’t home. The ice cream truck is about to round the corner. A loonie and four quarters – I am loaded.
My hands are sticky, my shirt is stained, but my attention is elsewhere. I stare at the bright red stop sign standing at the end of my street. It’s calling me. How fast can I bike to that stop sign and back? This is going to be grand. Time me.
I’m pedaling as fast as I can. My hair is whipping my face. I’m yelling at the top of my lungs. I’m flying. I swear I’ve got wings.
Fourty-five seconds. It must be some kind of record. I’m going to compete in the Olympics when I grow up. You try. I’ll time you. Ready. Go.
When the simple pleasures in life were exactly that – simple. What I’d give to be naïve again.
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4 comments:
"there are simple things in life we forget"..very nice
when you asked me to read it last night, i was singing open your eyes in my head and i was kinda just looking at words! so i just read it and I HATE YOU and anyone that writes like you! that's all.
this is sooo good.
it's so good that it made me look for my album to look at pictures from when i was young!!
i didn't mean to break your heart. LOL but thank you.. i can't wait until you write another piece... lol i'm slightly addicted to how you write :) (not in a stalker way) LOL
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