Tuesday, November 16, 2004
Beautiful. The sky was perfectly clear, the lamp posts weren't working so I could see the stars, and the air was crisp. Some nights the walk home from fencing is the best part of the day.
I learned the coolest new move in fencing today!! It'll take alot of work, but heck yea!! I'm bruised like none other right now. I only fenced Pete and John all practice. Ouch, but fun.
It seems like I'm going through my day backwards as I think about it.
Shannon took me to get some pants for the funeral (I don't have any black pants that would look nice at a funeral). It was weird being off campus with a one year old and a four year old, cute kids though. It made me realize how fast time flies. The imagination of the little boy was amazing! He thought up things most script writters would labor over to think up. What happens to imagination? When do we lose it? I mean, I still have a strong imagination, but nothing like a little kid. If you think you have a big imagination, spend a day with a four year old. Why do we lose it? Does it happen naturally or do we some how consciously lose it? Or do we lose it from lack of use? The carefree, imaginitive nature of a little child.
Speaking of a little child...I close my eyes and I'm back in the woods of my back yard. Heather and I are walking through it like a jungle holding our weapons (sticks). We're brave adventurers. Where does time go? I'm learning to enjoy every minute. Things that I think are boring, I'm not wishing to end so quickly and I'm looking for the good in them.
Sleep calls. I still have so much on my mind!! How frustrating. SLEEP....
I learned the coolest new move in fencing today!! It'll take alot of work, but heck yea!! I'm bruised like none other right now. I only fenced Pete and John all practice. Ouch, but fun.
It seems like I'm going through my day backwards as I think about it.
Shannon took me to get some pants for the funeral (I don't have any black pants that would look nice at a funeral). It was weird being off campus with a one year old and a four year old, cute kids though. It made me realize how fast time flies. The imagination of the little boy was amazing! He thought up things most script writters would labor over to think up. What happens to imagination? When do we lose it? I mean, I still have a strong imagination, but nothing like a little kid. If you think you have a big imagination, spend a day with a four year old. Why do we lose it? Does it happen naturally or do we some how consciously lose it? Or do we lose it from lack of use? The carefree, imaginitive nature of a little child.
Speaking of a little child...I close my eyes and I'm back in the woods of my back yard. Heather and I are walking through it like a jungle holding our weapons (sticks). We're brave adventurers. Where does time go? I'm learning to enjoy every minute. Things that I think are boring, I'm not wishing to end so quickly and I'm looking for the good in them.
Sleep calls. I still have so much on my mind!! How frustrating. SLEEP....
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