(Journal 1)
Looking back on my childhood, being outside was a must. From playing house with the neighbors to scraping my knees from playing tag, the great outdoors was my television set. Ok, maybe not the totally "great outdoors" but the "great backyard". The wheater set my channels and the presence of others set my remote.Even though I loved bathing under the sun's rays, I would soon realize that I would become extremly attrated to the delicate rain.
I remember being trapped in the garage when the rain started, but of course like any other beginning of any rain storm there were sprinkles. I ignored them. I was too busy playing house with the neighbors and my sisters. Everyone started panicing once they felt the gentle touch of water and since I was the mommy of the house, they asked me if it was ok. I declined their requests since they didn't "cook".
Eventually the neighbors had to leave and my sisters got tired of staring the "delightful" scene of mud-soup."Fine! Leave! I shouted as they ran back to the REAL house, "You're a waste of food anyway!"Angrily I shut the garage door. The carmel garage door had an uptight security lock, the kind without any knobs and a bolt from the inside, so like any "good mother" I locked it shut.
The gentle drops of rain started to get more and more violent. I remember hearing them drum on the roof of the garage and feeling uneasy. My mom shouted out my name and fiercly demanded me to get inside. As ordered I placed my stick broom away and opened the bolted steel door.Uh-oh. The rain was worst than I thought. I remember comparing the water from the sky from the water in the shower, except the water from the sky was giving the whole world a shower. When I touched the sidewalk with my little toe, I inmediatley shot back to the garage. Wanting to cry, but not wanting to appear weak infront of my siblings I jumped. I figured that if I jumped, maybe I'll make it back home faster and dryer. As I leaped out of the garage I landed in the lawn. As I made another giant leap I felt something different. My right foot seems more at ease somehow and I could feel something smooshy underneath. Looking down, I realized that I lost my golden sandals. But I didn't cry, no. I smiled. I took off the sandal on my left foot and jumped. I didn't understand why my parents were always so picky about where people walked. I didn't see nothing wrong with it at the moment. The hard drops of water from the gray skies changed their mood. Suddenly, they weren't that bad no more. They became soft and gentle. When I lifeted my face to the great endless sky, it felt as if the tiny thousand drops were swiftly dancing across my face. There was something about that moment that drew a huge smile across my face. I felt good being under the gentle drops with the mild absence of sunshine.
I felt a hand jerk my ear. I turned and it was my mom. She had an umbrella with her shielding the amazing effects of water and the expression on her face was a mixture of both confusion and anger.
The next day, my head felt like it was going to explode. Yeap, you guess it! I got sick! As I ate my soup under the cozy covers I heard something familiar. I managed to gather enough strength to open the bright yellow curtains my mom had closed yestarday night. It was raining, again! Feeling the need to be in my bed rather than to dance outside, I smiled and gently fell back on my feather-like pillow.
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Spelled "Arritated" wrong... It's IRRITATED :P
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