Tuesday, November 23, 2004
...a WaLk tO rEmEmBeR...
My fetcher came too late and it was getting dark at school so I decided to go home myself. Besides, Joe and the gang would be going home too.
I walked home. Not really walked, since I took a tricycle on the way to the subdivision entrance. From there, I walked home.
Those who recommend walks for troubled minds should really be listened to. My not-so-long walk home was therapeutic--it relieved all the hassles in me.
Going home alone gave me the sense of freedom I was never sure of because of this sheltered life. I guess there really is something magical about occasionally bending from routines. It makes you a stronger and braver person.
I enjoyed. I felt free. I felt independent. I felt GREAT.
Can't wait to do it again! ;)
