feel the passage of time wash over me like a hurricane all in one second. sudden recollection of time spent and the amazement of childhood. never forget the bigger ideas about smaller things, so ignorant in every aspect and never walking through town. waiting at the bus stop, kicking rocks and waiting for the incredible ride back to the basics. some hill top home in the trees. no worries for complaints by neighbors, my god. no nervousness whatsoever. easy to hide somewhere when necessary. all over the property, shining of achievement. glorious for the moments spent. it becomes a magic trick and the topic is never discussed again later...
time as a 13 year old. 11 year old. teeth falling out. I wiggle them to just get it over with. gone are my wisdom teeth. experienced braces for the first two years of high school. something grand for timing. wore a strange jacket to school. something from the seventies. for no reason whatsoever. it is about the movement of the hands. it is about framing pictures intelligently between scenes. rats all clamoring for attention at the same intervals. but I love it and I miss it. the playground. the giant tires and the swingsets. many played basketball and others wall ball. dodgeball in the gymnasium. football players on steroids verses many of the rest of us. borderline athleticism though it was never a full commitment. never specific enough for lasting effect aside from level of health. we walked past each other through the halls. i stole a chair from the science classroom. we made pyramid in the hallway. no one had a smart phone yet. things were more simple. beautiful and innocent. dumped party garbage in the forest though forgot to check the back yard for beer cans or bottle caps. they were littered everywhere. angry and vengeful parents call up laughing. that damn son of ours, messing up our waterfront property and being dangerous with his friends. all controlling. and fuck.
I remember rides in the M5. I can recall tree forts.
