Pool

As a child, I loved the water. In fact, I still do. My mother would always take me to Reeds Gap State park as a child, to go to the pool in the summer. I would have my one piece and always, always a pair of goggles. I hated to get water in my nose so much.
I loved the underwater world. All sounds muted, clunking of people hitting the side of the pool or throwing coins in to dive after. I loved how beautiful the light looked when you sunk to the bottom and looked up. Sparkling and glimmering like shining glass shards.

The childhood wonder world of that pool has since been torn out, ripped away till there was nothing there but a grassy expanse. Like the little world I grew up loving to be in was never there.

Food.

"I have a problem."
"What kind of problem?"
"I can't think of a food I dislike."
"... I can't imagine why that could be a problem."

" But think about it. I could go around saying "There is no food I do not like." Then someone might take it upon themselves to force food on me to try and find something I wouldn't like."
"Don't you think you might be over thinking this?"
"No."

Flour

I've never been good with cooking. Flour in my hair. on the floor. Everywhere. I liked the smell though. Always reminding me of home. Of love. That's the way I always thought it should be for everyone. But not everyone, as I have found, has fond memories of home.

Well, here it is.

I'm going to do something I've not tried before.

NaNoWriMo.

I'M SCARED. Stuff doesn't start till November, but in the mean time I'm going to warm up for it.
Hopefully I don't slack off.