I Don't Want To Grow Up Part II

On the way home I stopped at the park to just walk around and try to clear my head of all the noise and stress. The air was cool and the sun was beginning to set when I found a hill blanketed with clovers and leaves. I paused, chewing on my lower lip as my mind worked and I considered how inviting the hill was. Before long I had stretched out on the hill, eyes closed...smelling the grass, listening to the squirrels play in the leaves...listening to the sound of my own breathing.

Mind you people probably thought I had gone mad, but I was too deep in thought... Remembering the past. Some of my favorite memories took place in the Fall... my brothers and I would rake all the leaves into big piles and take turns running and jumping into them, I even let them bury me under the piles a few times so I could lay there taking in the silence and solitude.

The windy days were my favorite. I'd stand out in the backyard and wait ever so patiently until I'd start to feel the breeze on my face...then as the gust of wind grew str0nger, I'd hold my arms out and spin as fast as I could. I'd pretend that I could fly and that if I just spun fast enough, the wind would pick me up and take me with it. I'd spin and spin until I became too dizzy to stand, then I'd collapse on the grass and close my eyes...just me and the wind.