JäsenMadaroo

I've just decided recently I need to expand my personal library. While I consider myself I pretty avid reader (especially in this day and age...seriously) I still would like to expand my knowledge especially on the classics. I have a pretty long list, and I hope by the time I start owning my own house, I'll be able to have a room devoted to the collection.

I have two reoccurring dreams that I think explain my character pretty well. I will share them with you now:

1. I am seven years old. I'm on the playground of my elementary school. There are only two minutes left of recess. I decide to spend those last two minutes on the infamous Tornado Slide. I climb to the top, put my pigeon-toed feet out in front of me and slide myself forward, I slide and slide and slide but I never reach the ground. I should be worried I'll be late back to class, but I'm having such a good time twirling unpredictably down this never-ending slide, it doesn't matter anymore. I look up and smile and stick my hands out the side. Then, I wake up happy.

2. I'm the the dock at my grandfather's house on a lake. I'm sitting alone at the end of the dock. I am very hot and decide to jump in the lake to cool down. I jump in, cool myself for a bit and then, get out. I start drying myself off with my towel but when I look down at the towel all of my freckles are all over the towel. I look at myself and I'm freckle-less. I try to pick the freckles off the towel and place them back on myself but they don't stay or I keep putting them in the wrong place. I sit and cry, holding the towel and holds my freckles. I wake up sad.