Monday, June 6, 2011

innocence

The first feeling I remember is innocence, but the very acknowledgement of that means I was losing some of it that day. I was barely able to walk at this point, but I was running around all the time. I grabbed a crumpled up piece of paper, or maybe tissue out of the garbage can and ran into the next room. I can vaguely recall that my brother was getting annoyed with me. He kept telling me to put it back in the garbage. In my bliss however, I had other plans for this piece of garbage.

In the next room there was a wall. Nothing too special about the wall except that it had a hole about two feet off the floor in it. I really can’t remember why there was a hole there, but somebody had knocked a hole through the plaster at some point. I giggled and frolicked over to the hole, gently shoving the paper into the hole. My brother would come over and glare down at me; I would laugh. He would take the paper out of the hole, and throw it away again. I would keep getting it anyway.

After being scolded by my brother and my mom about this annoyance I stopped. I left the paper in the garbage, realizing that I shouldn’t be doing it. I didn’t know why I shouldn’t be doing it, but it seemed to annoy my brother and mom for some reason. Later, when they weren’t paying attention, I stuck the paper back in the hole, and I don’t know why.

18 comments:

  1. I know those innocent days back then, better times

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  2. Haha. Silly story. You trouble maker. :P

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  3. You're very weird. And awesome.

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  4. comments are clippings, made me lol :)

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  5. Wow... inspiring :) following you

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  6. Yeah, those were the days. Anyways, great story, reminds me of my childhood always playing shenanigans. :)

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  8. But now... those innocent days are gone.

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  9. Very cool way of thinking things Thank you for sharing!

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  10. I don't really see it as a lack of innocence, what is more innocent than a small child seeing something incomplete and acting from their own minute knowledge with a way to "fix" it?

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  11. 1. was that first sentence inspired by someone? i had serious deja vu when i read it.
    2. freud would know exactly what this piece of writing means. i think it's delicately directed at a loss of innocence, or at least it can be interpreted that way.

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  12. An odd post, but intriguing nonetheless.

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