Friday, November 11, 2011

Random BTW

The drive from where I live to his mom's apartment is about an hour. So i have decided that IF i go i'll be writing part of the time...

i wonder what i'll write about, whatever it is i'll have to do so with good old fashioned pen and paper, and then retype it. Sounds a bit fun.

Another thing... before relocating to LA (I was 4 at the time), we used to live in the town where my aunt lives now; in fact, our apartment was just above hers.

So going there always brings back memories, good memories of the fun summers i used to have with my cousins - i'd be shipped off from the states, arrive with my suitcase, and stay with them for at least a month.

Those were good times because, well, we were just kids, we didn;t know better, and our whole purpose in life was to just live the moment, to just have fun, the kind of fun that doesn't cost a penny - playing hide and seek or tossing the ball.

The town is a beach town, just outside the 3rd largest city in this country, and so often times we'd head for the beach and just waste hours on hours playing in the sand.

But waste isn't the word for this, certainly this time of my childhood, summer days brimming with pure energy, were anything but wasteful, they were what they should have been... the basis of a happy, healthy child who has yet to comprehend, experience, understand the harshness that is life.

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