It has been years since I have had a scraped knee...a scraped chin maybe, but scraped knees are things that come from rollerblade wipeouts, flips over bicycle handlebars, vicious games of "lava monster" or tag...but all things you figure you will one day master as soon as you grow into a certain level or coordination.
hehe...that is not so. but I must say, there is this great sense of "inner-child" that comes with a good scraped knee, that sort of play focused lifestyle, the intensity that comes with the playground and recess games of soccer. It's great.
But what is even greater than that, is the paradox that comes with wearing a skirt and having a scraped knee. It's that sort of off-balance of the grown-up world and the child's world...it's the difference between play clothes and work clothes, and it's, I don't know, like when parents try to dress their children up to make them look like little adults, to make them look presentable but they really are just little people with missing teeth, goose eggs, snotty noses, and scraped knees and elbows. It doesn't quite match.
College or not, fancy clothes or not, I am still very much a kid at heart.
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i must say, this is one of the best blog's yet brooklyn, i much appreciate a good scrape on the knee, growing up in middle and high school days as a skater, we always called it the first scar of the day, and anyone who had it was honored in accordance with how big and bloody it was.
wear the good clothes, but don't be afraid to dirty them up a bit.
rique
i must say, this is one of the best blog's yet brooklyn, i much appreciate a good scrape on the knee, growing up in middle and high school days as a skater, we always called it the first scar of the day, and anyone who had it was honored in accordance with how big and bloody it was.
wear the good clothes, but don't be afraid to dirty them up a bit.
rique
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