Keep playing

Children and playgrounds have gone together since the beginning of time. That's because children own the imagination that enables them to see the world as their playground. When we're little, we see small hills as dramatic cliffs. When going to resee those places as adults, we are surprised at how different they are from our childhood memories.

Why don't grownups play at playgrounds? Why do they rarely slide down slides or climb up trees? I still enjoy playgrounds. Ask me to come with you to one and I will surely follow, because the slides still thrill me, and the monkeybars serve as a nice place to stay of the ground for a little while.

Brilliant Biking

About a year ago-my former bike which I had neglected over the winter was no loger useable, and sice it indeed was my own fault, due to the fact that it had been left outside all winter, it was my responsability to buy myself a new one.

A year later, I can proudly say that it is no doubt, one of the smartest invetments I ever made. I bike everywhere. To school, to friends, to work, on trips meant purely for excersize...you name it. In the town that I live in, everything is within biking disance, so basically no matter where I go, I know it will take me no more than an hour to get there.

It has so many perks, I'm surprised not more kids my age do the same. I understand if it's harder for grownups to swear off their cars, when they have tighter scheduals, errands to do, food to buy, small children to pick up...but for someone my age, it is highly managable. It's a perfect win-win situation, for everyone! Biking is great excersize, conquering those hills builds serious leg muscle! Result are seen quite quickly, as you realize the treading gets easier, and the hills that once seemed so big an unconquerable, are really not such a big deal. My parents don't have to worry about driving me anywhere, and it's good for the wallet! Last but not least- it's great for the environment, which it is very important that we take care of these days. By biking everywhere, I feel like I'm doing my part, and it lifts my concience a bit.

For the love of fields

I love fields. I feel a special connection towards them, and often think them simultanious with pure, idyllic, hapiness. When walking, I will take the longer path if it crosses a field. If it has a slight downhill, then I take joy in running through the high grass or produce.

They have a majestic way about them, the way the early-morning mist settles upon them like a much-loved blanket, the possible shade of a nearby tree, creating the perfect place to sit and read. And on a hot summer's day, simply spending the day in a light coton dress.

My favorite song when it comes to the topic of fields, is no doubt "Fields of gold" by Eva Cassidy.
"In his arms she fell, as her hair came down among the fields of gold. " is one of my favourite lines. However, the sentence "I swear in the days still left, we will walk in fields of gold", could not describe my ambitions more accurately.

Blogging for myself, and for those who want to listen

My friend Mathilde, whom I deeply admire for numerous reasons, has over the past semester of school been blogging about significant, and less significant things, but of issues of inerest and value non-the less. She, as well as many other close friends will be leaving this fall for a year abroad over distant shores, which is very exciting. They will experience so many things, and come home with so many stories to tell, which I surely will be awaiting with hungry ears.

Though I am very happy for them, and wish them the best, I also dread the months when they'll be gone, and I won't get to see them on a nearly-daily basis. Therefore, perhaps it will help a bit to write down thoughts once in a while, so that they can check that I indeed still exsist and read about a few reflections that don't often come up in commen day-to-day conversation, and that that, somehow, will reduce the feeling of distance. So this is a factor I took into consideration when making this blog, as well as letting go of a little creative energy and working on my english writing skills while reflecting and perhaps coming to new conclusions. Good for me-and those who choose to scroll the page.

Evreyday

Yes, I know evreyday is spelled everyday, but the username was not available. Upon further reflection, it is, perhaps, quite suitable. Because it gives a bit of a fun- at times careless vibe, which will be the "feeling" if you will, of most of my posts. And I can assure you that I will not be writing every day. So by miss spelling the word, it perhaps does the perpose of the blog justice, in some odd, but somewhat fitting way after all.

Scary seagulls

A couple years ago- I had a very traumatic experience while going for a run. I was attacked by what seemed to be one, but turned out to be several seagulls. There I was, minding my own buisness, running through a neighborhood of three-story buildings when a bird comes soaring out of nowhere, and plunges straight for my head. I was terrified. Stupidly, instead of showing the bird that mankind is surperior to its race, I completely freaked out. I ducked, I ran faster, I probably even screamed. The single seagull probably got a kick out of the goosehunt and called for it's friends. Now I had not only one seagull, but several swooping in on me from all directions. I ran to the closest roofed area for shelter, and waited for my heart rate to slow down. When I thought the coast was clear, I figured I'd complete my run instead of cowardly running through the same seagull warzone from which I had just barely survived. As I ran out from my pathetic shelter, the seagull reappeared! It had been waiting for me! The nerve...So, what to do ..? Quite convinced I would end up at the hospital, I spotted a group of eight-year olds playing softball. In pure desperation I ran towards them, the main reason being the bats they were holding. I must have looked absolutely mental, way older than them, screaming, with a seagull on my tail. Of course the seagull circled a few times, then left after seing the larger number of people. I pled them, I repeat; plead a group of second graders to walk me home, even insisting that I stay in the middle. They giggled all along, and still refer to me as "The girl who is afraid of seagulls", which brings me to the preasent; I think I am much better now, even though the event was quite scarring. The other night I actually had a nightmare about them, only to be swooped in on the next day while biking. Coinsidence? I think not. Everyone knows seagulls either fight eachother for food or attempt murder because they think you're going to harm their young. The ironic part? Yhe day they attacked me, the song I was listening to as I was running and the first one striked; "I wanna have your babies."