“I am too big to climb and play,” said the boy.
“I want to buy things and have fun. I want some money. Can you give me some money?”
— Shel Silverstein,
The Giving Tree
Saw this on the news. Bears an eerie resemblance to my friend George. Hide your tacos.
My Aunt Marilyn passed. Known her forever. Only in my grown years I understood how often she was dealt a bad hand. She always made the best of it though. So positive. Smiling. Laughing. Radiant.
I’ll think of you before I dare complain about a thing.
Goodbye Aunt Marilyn.
I’m in fourth grade, its Valentines Day, and I got hold of some Spider-Man branded Valentines cards. Rules are, you hand them out to everyone, no one is left out. My fourth grade self made damn sure that everyone got the same exact, boring, generic, platonic card from me. Everyone except my fourth grade crush of course. Samantha something. Her card was Doctor Octopus, a six-armed Spider-Man villain, shouting “I can’t wait to get my arms around you!” A clear as day declaration of my feelings, all on the table.
One by one, she went through her cards and I waited for her reaction across the classroom. Finally, she held and read mine, looked to me, and called out… “EWWWWWWW KYLE!?”
My fourth grade self was crushed, never forget it.
AA Bondy playing the LA Natural History Museum. It was a full night for me, but there really isn’t much that would’ve kept me.
“Don’t stop imagining
The day that you do is the day that you die.”
17 by Youth Lagoon
