You know what’s in the ocean and that most of it, including the ocean itself, can kill you without concern.
But here you are on the shore all alone stripped down to nothing smile on your face charging toward the waves.
It‘s a dismal day that day when your parents decide because of books they’ve read and teacher’s they’ve talked to that you are too old to keep taking baths with your friends.
No more bubbles splashing playing pretend submarines. Only washing yourself clean and thorough.
It’s a hopeful day the day that follows as you set out looking to make new friends the kind who will not care what their parents think and many years later will wander with you arm in arm in search of larger bathtubs and neverending bubbles.
TOURING SHOULD BE A MANDATORY HIGH SCHOOL CLASS
What good is it having access to all these hundreds and thousands of virtual friends if you don’t use that ability and that information to get in a van and travel the world meeting people face to face and learning what it’s really like to be where they’ve been?
With a hotel pen I scratched all kinds of facts on the other side of that dollar bill ones about how many people I’ve punched and how many have punched me, their names and ages and reasons we were both so mad and how we felt afterward and if anyone threw up or had to go to the hospital or snitched.
I spent it on a snow cone flavored like tamarind. I didn’t know what that was when I first moved here but now I do and it’s delicious.
As a teenager It is important to shake your fist at the gods to run as far and as fast as you can into the dark get lost, pass out, and wake up the next day with a volume of new and troubling goals and no plan whatsoever to help you achieve them.
As an adult it is important to look back at how hard your fist shook and how those gods still forgave you, because they had been there too, running and passing out, and now that it is all here upon you plan or no plan those goals don’t seem nearly as troubling.
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