The Mysterious White Figure

Sitting on the backyard swing. Back and fourth, back and fourth I go. Singing the old playground rhyme "Teater Totter Black And Water Wash Your Face In Dirty Water". Looking to the right I see a figure. White in color. With the shape like a man. He is walking through my lawn. By the clothes line I remember. He stops, and his attention is now directed towards me. He moves just his head. And lets out the most sinister laugh.Hahaha..The sound was paralyzing. My heart started pounding like a big drum in a band. I'm stuck.Eventually my body breaks through the paralyzed statue it had become. I start to tremble, my knees feeling weak beneath me. I try and gain control of myself. While making a straight dash into the house. I look back to see my swing swaying by itself as if someone unseen was sitting there. The fear inside of me began to escalate. It's times like these when I wish my imagination wasn't so out there.I reach the front door, and I can feel my insides leap through before me as if not to waste another second. But the pull in my body to stay still and watch wins the fight. I look again and see him. This time he doesn't look, and he doesn't laugh. He just continues walking toward the blacktop and disapears into oblivion. And I have never seen him again. To this day it all remains a mystery to me. Of what I really did see. But what I do know is that I believe. The question is...do you?

Artifacts

There is a gold fish pin, with diamonds placed where the scales would be. The pin no longer closes, and it has lost most of the diamonds. But it still is such a beautiful pin. One which my mother gave me, her mother gave her, and so on. There is a story with this pin I'm sure. But it is a mystery to me. It's been in so many places unknown. Strange to think such a small gold fish pin could carry so much history with it. And it just baffles me to think that soon I will be the history carried down with it.And I will pass it down to my daughter. Then her daughter after. Will it be as special to them as it is to me? I have often thought to myself, that the pin has had its time on earth, and the heirloom will end with me. I could pass down something to my daughter that describes me. Whether it be a pair of dance shoes, jewelry, or a poem. Something she can remember me by. That she would appreciate more than this gold fish pin that has no meaning to her. Then again why stop such a lovely heirloom.So I will continue the process.And hope she loves it just as much as I did when I first recieved it.

Boundaries

Beds of assorted flowers surround this creme colored one story home.Tall white pines stand strong at the entrance of the house as if they were guarding it. A red brick walkway leads up to the house through the two tall trees. At the end you'll find a dark green door, and inside is where my story begins. For seventeen years I have lived here. When my parents brought me home from the hospital my room was then the living room. My crib was at the end of the couch. I don't remember much then. Eventually I made it to my room at the end of the house next to my parents room. In my later years I soon found the last thing you want is to be that close to your parents. Although I never had my own room until high school. Sharing it with my sister wasn't so bad. She was older and cool. I was her tail. She on the other hand had other feelings about the matter. There was one thing for certain we could at least agree on what we had in mind for decorating it. Brown was the original color of our walls, brown like poop, I'd say. It soon became a light blue. Which got too dirty and was way too light for my taste. I was young and it was cute for my age.Then a raspberry purple, which I happen to love but my mother thinks is way too dark. With that color became me. I bloomed I decorated my room all on my own. I had no sister to tell my otherwise. Or a mother who wanted to deal with a teenager with an attitude.My room is my sanctuary. My comfort zone. No one is allowed in but me.

First Kiss

Jake Alexander Davis. I was twelve and so were you. We knew one another for no more than a week. But it felt as though I knew you my whole life. Your campsite was seven away from mine. We met at the beach one day, while I was walking alone. I spotted you from the distance playing volleyball with your friends. I kept thinking to myself how badly I wanted to go over and join you. Eventually one day as I was walking by the volleyball came my way. I picked up the sandy white ball, dusted it off and threw it to you. You asked if I wanted to join. In my mind I didn't feel you needed to ask. Everyday after you and I would play volleyball in the humid august sun, go swimming in the crystal clear lake , ride our bikes through the dirt trails, and go on long walks throught the entire park. With you I felt wanted for once in my life. You were the first to see a side of me never seen before until you.I was alive! The evening before you left, you asked me to meet you at the bike rack at the edge of the volleyball court. We planned to meet at dark. I was to tell my aunt that I would be on the nature hike that was taking place that evening so I could see you. As I came upon the bike rack there you were. Y0ur sandy brown hair, and red and black mongoose bike. You smiled when so saw that I was actually there. I smiled back. And the craziest feeling of happiness set in. Getting on our bikes we made our way to the boat launch where we were alone. Conversations with you were simple. Unlike the ones I have now that I'm older, and life's so much more complicated. The hours passed by and dark filled the night sky. Making our way to the beach, we sat on an old wooden bench, with engravings of peoples names covering the face of it. Looking at the water I commented on how beautiful the water was as it rippled towards the shore line. Not soon after fireworks illuminated the sky. Along with the bright moon above. Making a pathway through the water towards us. At the moment I saw that you were moving closer to me. I knew you were going to kiss me. I was ready as ready could be. You leaned in and I did the same. When suddenly we were interrupted by your brother and my sister. My aunt said it was way too late for me to be out on a nature hike and I was to go back to the campsite immediately. Though his brother knew what was going on. He convinced my sister to let the two of us walk back together. Taking the long dark trail that led from the beach to the campgrounds. Walking through canopy of trees holding your hand you spun me around and kissed me. I felt incredible. And to this day I still remember you like it was yesterday.