The Start of a Chance

Today, being the last day of summer, was a day of firsts and lasts. A day of beginnings and endings. A day of... well you get the point.

The last swing
If you have never been to my house, you don't know that there is a swing set in my backyard. Nothing big; just a slide, some rings, a rope latter... and a swing. For as long as I could remember, that was my place. I would sit there and just think. What I would think about remains the question. I would get ideas there (like most of this blog) and enjoy the fresh air. But now, it will be a great place to plan school events.

The fear faced
Being the person that I am, fears are not strangers. One of the things that was tickling my brain was (no laughing aloud) going to the movies. An afternoon with my sistas fixed that. Sure I may have embarrassed myself as I chanted "Shut up and kiss her already!" during the film. And crying might have been a little much-although my friends seemed to have found it hilarious when they took pictures of my runny makeup. But really... you people need to lighten up!

The final skate
#1 thing done outside this year: roller skating. Drifting off with a water bottle hanging from my shorts turned into the highlight of the day. Today was my last stroll before class....
And I fell.
Don't get me wrong, I am FAR from perfect. But falling is something that is simply never done. The nose dive turned into a meaning.
*changes into tour guide outfit (think Progressive girl type)* "And here on the tour de bruises we see what happens when the sidewalk turns into driveway. Over there you get to view why sticks should be avoided while tubing. And if you look all around you there are numerous times when they got bumped into a table."
Not that meaning.
The sentimental meaning that comes with summer crashing down when it is least expected. The meaning that says 'Give it a rest already!' and slaps you in the knee. The meaning that will stick with me through the entire 8th grade.


Tomorrow begins a new time. New lessons, new memories. The end of a summer that everyone looked forward to while buried in snow.
The start of chance.