Brown hair. That is the only thing I remember about her. I did not know her or anything about her. She was kind however, that much was easy to see. She was working downtown Burlington at the grocery store, and I told her I liked her necklace, like I did to most of the cashiers there. They always had pretty jewelry or at least to the eyes of a young child. My mom and I sat down at the ¨cafe¨ and started eating. Just a typical day in a typical town in typical Vermont. Suddenly she ran over to us, the angel wing necklace in her hand, a backpack on her shoulders. And she gave the necklace to me. "Someone gave me their backpack when I said I liked it, so here, I'm passing the kindness on."
 

I am a boat who sailed on the sea
Whose passengers lived in luxury 
Some were good and some were bad 
Yet they lived a story much too sad

They paid a pretty penny to be able to sail on me
Thinking they were going to get opportunity
Yet they paid for loss and hardship
And an experience to painful to leave their lips

At two twenty my fate was clear
Never would I see another year
Nor would I see the above again
I would scattered in pieces, never to mend

So that's my story, beginning to end
That each generation chooses to lend 
To the next who share it in turn
To their friends who are eager to learn

And so like that my story is shared 
From sea to land
Wether in writing or by speech
It marks you deep where none can reach
A mark so strong it holds you tight
'Till the last ray of light

 
 

I am a drawer.
A dancer
Analytical...

I am a leader. 
A violinist
Competitive...

I am a cat lover.
A reader
Creative...

I am a friend. 
A photographer
Observant...

I am the one and only me

On the Oshika Peninsula in Japan a young boy, Aito, decided to swim in the ocean before school started for the day. When the ocean came into view, Aito spotted a very small shape swimming among the waves. As he got closer, the shape of a cat started to form. Aito jumped into the ocean, swimming as fast as he could to investigate the cat. As it swam away, Aito followed until the mainland was out of view, and the ocean stretched in all four directions. His only choice was to follow the cat and hope they would come to an island. Suddenly, land came into view. Aito and the cat found a place to rest.

When I am 35 I will be out on my own, somewhere...
When I am 35 I will have my own house, somewhere...
When I am 35 I will have a job, somewhere...
When I am 35 I will have pets of my own, somewhere...
When I am 35 I will travel, somewhere...
Somewhere where I am happy.