Everyone is running back and forth after the blue disk as it flies through the air; everyone, except for me. I’m just standing a little ways from the group, watching the Frisbee as it flies back and forth between the players, hoping that my team doesn’t drop it. Every time they throw it, my
So, you know how we move a lot? Well, guess what. That hasn’t quite changed. We are moving once again so that we are closer to Dad’s workplace. At the moment the commute is roughly an hour long one way and so it’s carving out two hours a day of his five day work week.
Teenagers. What does that word make you think of? Personally, it makes me think of this odd combination of rebellion, recklessly plowing across a field only to discover that it’s full of mines after you get blown up; oh, and collage prep. I’m a teenager, so this isn’t because I’m an old person looking back
We have those days. Maybe Mom is not home and you have finished the assigned chores. You have done so much school that you simply can’t think anymore. Or your creative juices got burnt out and you need a break. The result: boredom. The thing is though, sometimes it happens and we need a little