I was always told that I was not a 'normal' kid, pre-teen, teenager, or young adult and this makes me question the thought if I was ever a 'normal' kid, whatever that may entitle ("wishing desperately that I had a long Gandolf beard that I could stroke in a way that it made me look like I was pondering this thought with much intent.") What exactly is it to be normal anyway, and why would individuals want to be like everyone else? I guess I wasn't normal. Playing on my trampoline by myself pretending that I was off in a far away white glossed world that shined as the intense sun shone down on the marshmallow-ed filled scenery. In this world, everything was a big, puffy marshmallow. I could sleep on my 'cloud' bed as I liked to think of it, I could ride my sticky mallowed bike to the marshmallow store and order marshmallows from no other than the Marshmallow man himself. The cobbled-stoned marshmallow-ed filled streets would guide me to the marshes where frog mallow toads would float lazily on their marshmallow pads. Whenever I was hungry I would simply roll off to my side and take a bite out of whatever piece of matter stood beside me. Now that I bring in the realities of real life growing up through puberty (yes I wrote that) I am glad I didn't eat sugar-filled marshmallows for breakfast, snack, lunch, snack, supper, 2 x snacks or I would be filled with whitey red craters on my face, a.k.a PIMPLES!
... Sorry to whomever may be reading this, that was a slight flash back to those weirder times back in my day. If you are appalled that I would write down my journal on this blog site to voice to the world, I believe you are in the wrong blog. **Disclaimer mixed in with a tidbit of FYI: There is a button at the top of the page that says 'next blog' for those that do not want to continue. For those brave souls who dare trek past my previous rambling... my prayers are with you.**
