And that was before I went to the hospital.
First time too, my parents just had to make it once before I officially lost my childhood. I remember everything, but as if it were a dream.
Almost passing out in the middle of Wal-Mart, being held up by strong hands and trying to regain consciousness on my feet. Only later did I know I wasn't right, laying beneath the stars in the playground while those played tag around me and then walking around to the slide and jumping off knowing I was going to get hurt more, hitting my tail bone. My friends noticed how different I was and then were to drive me home, while waiting at the gas station I wanted to smother myself with a plastic bag, for no reason. I was against myself, I kept almost crying when I always keep it under control. But this wasn't the fun part of the night at all.


My birthday gift came early. Many hair dyes and I got to use them in the bathroom of the house. My hair bleched already from the day before, from black, ready to accept the dye purple in the front light and dark orange in the back. My hair looked like ying-yang. I put one color in his and one in mine purple on his sides and oranges in the middle. My knee was finally healing up from doing a cartwheel down the core-door at school. His was brown so later we bleched it out and redyed it all orange. And the funniest thing was how my best friend who I hadn't seen in a few months or talked to much also had orange hair that had been cut the day before as had mine.

The way we moved was so fun.

The next day I was to take it easy after the cat scan. So I got tied up like a pig and manage to get out because of flexibility. Later I was truthed to be married which lead to such a series of questions. Leading to many days of talking and finally knowing that truth is the best except when is told to intentionally hurt the man so the less I say the more good you hear and I am the truth for knowing you. I love.