well leaping lemurs.

there are so many days that i just want to be little again.

today was another one of those days.

seriously. like when you were little all you wanted to do was be a big girl/ big boy.

but being grown up. way overrated.

today i was thinking about one aspect of childhood that i wish i still had.

fearlessness.

as i was sitting outside enjoying the glorious sun doing my geometry homework, i watched the little neighbor boys playing hide and seek.

2 of them found the most prime spot.

the center of a huge pine tree.

yup. they just jumped right in.
no regard whatsoever for the fact that pine trees are not too buddy buddy with skin.

there was clearly no time for that. the seeker was counting down from 15.

so then as the seekers approached the tree the 2 decided to just climb the tree.
these two 7 year olds.
wow. i wanta be 7 again.

now im not saying you are not allowed to climb pine trees as a grown up. i frankly was tempted to jump right in there with em. but as a grown up we unfortuatly have knowledge.

knowledge of cuts,
scrapes,
falling,
poison ivy,
breaking branches,
sticky sappy hands

...minor minor things that dont matter in the long run but cause us to hesitate rather than make that pine tree leap.

so after watching these boys play hide and seek i tried to think of times while i was little that i was fearless. there are many. but one sticks out.

be prepared to be amused.

k so ill set the scene for you.

my friend molly and i.
decided to rollerblade.
big hill.

i cannot stop on rollerblades. i cant ever lift my toes to engage the heel brake. stupid.

so molly and i are at the top of this medium-sized hill and i begin to inform molly of my braking issue.

but she says. dont worry. just hit the mailboxes. they'll help slow you down.

no hesitation. no second thoughts. no questions asked.

oh okay molly. no problem.

yea. i guess she didnt mean that literally.

so you know how sometimes you remember things in slow motion. thats exactly how this memory goes down.

BAM.

full body shot.
mailbox straight to the stomach,
body hurling backwards.
attempting to catch myself. getting all wheel, no brake.
cement.

dangit.

ouch.

my butt.

completely slanted mailbox. molly laughing at me from the bottom of the hill. dog barking.

aww crap.

dog barking. in the lawn of the victimized mailbox.

more slow motion.

turning of the head.
picture comes into focus.
angry human next to dog. watering the lawn.

dangit.

so sorry about the mailbox.

ouch my butt.

i then tried to resume an upright position. not an easy task in rollerblades.
not to mention laughing hysterically, a hill, bleeding hands, a hurting butt and an angry onlooker.

after finally getting up and attempting to fix the mailbox i decided that i had had about enough of the whole rollerblade- hill combo.

so i decended the hill in the grass.... on my hands and knees.

pathetic.

but as the saying goes... pathetic comes after the fall.

i guess i would rather leap without the fear of falling or of the pathetic that follows, than never leap at all.


so.


leap into pine trees.
run, full body, into mailboxes.


be fearless.