Sunday, May 6, 2007
sorry whitman...
I used to be afraid of wet grass. My dad says I had retractable legs. He would try to set me into the grass so I could crawl around play--but-- my legs would disappear.
I wish I was still afraid of grass.
Growing up is kind of like waking up after falling asleep on a long car ride--you feel pain in places you didn't know could hold pain.
I can't remember the last time I had itchy, green stains on my knees.
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