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green growing grass Sometime this afternoon it dawned on me that this is April. A quarter of the year is almost over and I'm not sure how I got here. Once again that funny concept of time has been going through my mind. I'll have been at my place for six months when May starts and I have yet to accept the fact that where I live is mine. ... There are hints of green in the front lawn and the tree has buds on it. Leaves will be there by the end of the month. Winter has given way to spring. ... The next door neighbor boy was out with his skateboard this afternoon and gave me something to watch as I ate a very late lunch or what for me would be breakfast. Maybe I am getting old, but the thrill of riding a skateboard across a metal bar escapes me. How a person can do this over and over again half falling every time is beyond me. Yes, I know that he is trying to get better, but my question would be why. Is it that exciting of a pastime? Is there big money in the professional world of skateboarding? My favorite part is when he picks up his board after falling and looking at it as though it were alive and tried to hurt him. What happened to the saying that an artist never blames his tools? Being fourteen must be miserable. He can't go anywhere much further than his bicycle and or skateboard can take him. He can't work and at the same time he probably feels trapped by his mom. Of course this makes for great television viewing such as The Wonder Years or the slightly left of center Malcolm in the Middle. Fourteen seems so far away from me now.
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