*gasp*

So I went to the nature trail and walked. And walked. And even walked some more, just like I used to do every other day in the summers back in middle school. I saw three turtles, a rabbit, and a duck. After my walk, I sat on a bench by the pond and watched one little turtle on its merry way, swimming across the pond. Now, I was sitting pretty far away, but I swear to you that turtle was smiling. It was probably the most beautiful thing I've seen in a long time. Or maybe the saddest. I dunno. I told Mr. Turtle to ignore the girl silently wiping the tears from underneath her sunglasses. She was revelling in her solitude.

After that, I rode over towards my old elementary school. On the way, I bought some lemonade from kids selling it in front of their house. You should always buy lemonade from kids selling it in front of their house.

Anyway, they got rid of all the old school playground equipment at the elementary school, in favor of the cheesy shiny plastic stuff. Alas, I miss those good old days when you could break a bone or two on the playground.... But, the Rock was still there. No one knew why there was this giant rock in the middle of the playground. It just was always there- a magnet for poorly spelled graffiti and small children trying to climb on top of it.

I couldn't climb the Rock until fifth grade. It was a fitting end to elementary school.

On the way home, I picked up some chips. New ones- Monterey Pepper Jack. Mmmmmm.

Well, I think maybe I'm going to go watch the Kentucky Derby and go ahead with my pity party. I would invite all of you, but I guess that would defeat the purpose, now wouldn't it? ;)

I think for months now I've fooled myself into feeling.... nothing. Numbness. That sort of thing. This is fine, maybe. Or is it? If you can't be truly happy, is feeling sad better than feeling nothing at all?

You must excuse me. The springtime always makes me think too much.

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