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DREA & SAMHonestly, we're just two girls a long way from home trying to get by with a little help from our friends and this blog apparently. Sam, SPARKY, is in Bloomingtom, Indiana for 10 months of the year and Drea, IGOTNOTHING, is in Boston, Mass. for those 10 months but every so often, they find themselves "comfortably" at home in Los Angeles, Ca. We're pretty cool, no lie. |
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Sunday, June 7, 2009
la vie simple swing sets... one of those fixtures in a childhood memory that never complete goes away they say once you learn how to ride a bike you never forget... well, years later and i still do not remember but i do remember the pure and simple joy of swinging in the playground, in the park the first time flying in a way more direct and personal than boarding a plane to far-from-here...the all very real belief that you can, indeed, touch the sky...no not touch, but pluck a small piece of that dog-eared cloud or pink of an orange sun setting all for your very own...the rusty smell that does not rub out with your mother's soap and water, but lingers long after the bubbles have washed away...the feel of grainy sand on young bare feet, so different from that which nestles against ocean's salt water and seagulls... i have not been to a park, much less a playground in a long time and have not returned to enjoy the simple childhood joy of what is the playground and what always will be the playground since i was a simple child... when all i knew was the difference between beach sand and park sand and that my sole purpose in being was to try my hardest to swing high swing far to meet with the up-high blue blue sky as much as i would like to say that life was more simple then, and from an "adult" perspective it was but me, i was born complicated (the complicated as in i worried about everything...to such that i noticed the differences in sand...) an old soul is the euphemism... and yes, perhaps my problems as a four year old, a six year old, an eleven year old, were much smaller than those that i have now and will have later...but that does not by no means underestimate the complexity and intricacy of problems, of life...of a child's life life is complex. it is what makes it interesting and worth living. if there was no struggle, we would all be equilibrium we would all be dead. well, no we would just be non-existent a child's life is just as interesting and as important as the life of an adult my life then means just as much (how ever much that is, if anyone can measure such an intangible as life)as it does now and today, i have learned that the child in me is still alive the swing set in my much larger hands still felt the same swinging came with the same grace as it always did swing swing swing and the higher you go to say that i miss my childhood is not a lie but i would be nostalgic nostalgic i am not instead of wishing for the past...or rather idealizing the past why not take the good and the bad and the lessons learned and the memories made alive in the present and future? perhaps instead of regret live like a child by enjoying all of life's complexities and intricacies for what they are...simple... 8:16 PM
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