Dandelions

When I was little, my mother told me they were weeds, but I would always pick them in the play ground and make little bracelets out of them. So did my friends. My friends were all weird, though. My best friend in the third grade would make 'purses' out of folded up leaves in the fall, and say that there was a warranty on them 'until it broke'. It took us all an unfortunately long time to realize why this was fishy, and she didn't even charge for them, so why would we need a warranty anyway?

But there are a bunch of dandelions outside, and I like seeing them. They always make me think of summer, but this year especially. I am overly stressed right now- everything makes me think of summer. I just want this school year to end.

But it's funny, how I see fluffy yellow flowers in the grass in April and I think of summer, and I think of crawling around the playground with my friends, making accessories out of nature. I think of driving to the supermarket and going completely bonkers when I saw a whole hill covered in dandelion yellow. I miss sitting in the grass for hours at a time, ripping dandelion stems apart, pulling them up to see the roots and because I thought I was 'helping' (sometimes, I believed my mother when she said they were weeds. I'm not sure. Wikipedia calls them 'flowering plants', but Google says they're weeds.) I really miss being little sometimes. I was so happy with myself when I was younger. I didn't have a plethora of friends, but I didn't worry about it. I could sit by myself, entertain myself for hours. I didn't worry about my weight. I had awful teeth when I was little, but that didn't concern me either. I didn't worry about what looked okay. I liked a lot of the things I like now, actually. Riding my bike, drawing, reading, Harry Potter, watching movies, being nice, making my friends happy, and British things. But everything seemed infinitely easier when I was seven. Maybe that's just in comparison to now, when I worry about everything, and the concerns I worry about are far more life-endangering than they were when I was seven.

Everything just got so so so complicated. I hate being older. But it's not like there's much I can do about it.

Quote for Sunday, April 24, 2011:

The mark of a successful man is one that has spent an entire day on the bank of a river without feeling guilty about it.

-Author Unknown

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http://www.quotegarden.com/stress.html

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Muse for Today:

Today, I saw: Hayley G. Hoover's blog, from which I am stealing this 'Today I saw' idea. She did it for Blog Every Day August of 2010. Did I mention I aspire to one day actually become Hayley G. Hoover? Because I do.

Today, I tasted: Cookie Crisp. Out of the box. With my bare hands. Without milk.** Yeah, I'm daring, all right. That was wild. A crazy time, man. Crazy!

Today, I heard: my brother teaching my visiting-from-Brazil aunt how to play Mario Kart Wii. This basically means that K was talking loudly while playing Wii while my aunt talked to my mom.

Today, I smelled: freshly cut grass!

Today, I touched: a dandelion stem, as I ran outside to pluck it from the grass.

**Like an idiot who didn't want to get up and go get milk.