Live

Live, don't be afraid to fall. You could have died several times today-- crossing the street, refusing to speak your mind, choking because of one improper swallow, killing off a last and needed hope, breathing carbon monoxide in your house. If you were too safe and unwilling to take any risk you would have died also; you would starve, you keep yourself from taking in any air --good or bad-- bluing your face. People would see the wall when they looked at you, because you said nothing of the thoughts you claim. Worst of all the cars would pass you -- red or green light break or no break between vehicles and your feet would stay grossly welded into the grey pavements while you, unmoving watch with fear never to cross, never to advance when you are made for moving.

the bombs bursting in air...

I had my forth of July on the second. The stadium of fire scheduled for the second for whatever reason, but it worked out nicely for us.

I'm in American Fork right now spending the night at my cousins' house. It's a little strange because their parents aren't home and my whole family is spending the night here. I thought the decision was a little hasty but no one here seems to mind our impromptu stay.

I can't recall a more spectacular show of fire works, but this may be because this is the first year out of four that I had not read off and on through the show. This year I ventured to go out farther than usual, I found the edge of the swirling bridge as I had sworn to but never had the patience to as a child. I found a perfect place for watching the skies by the Marriot center. I jumped over the gate and dangled my legs over the ledge. I looked like a child really, even felt like one. It was as if it were the first time I had ever seen fireworks before. The area we choose is always so picturesque and it facinates me how the place never seems to change. I've visited it every year in July since I was young, it's strange how my perspectives have changed since then, every time I go I see something new.

My cousins went about their usual antics... I've admired their spunk since I was young. The logical responsible side of me went on and on about how hazardous it was to traffic. But I was in the right kind of mood to allow children to be children and let a holiday be a holiday. It was like old times, all the boys ran wild causing trouble, the girls went around to threaten their sense of manhood by thwarting their little adventures.


Very rarely do I ever wake so calmly as I did this morning. All and all it's been a good day, from the beginning to end. Sadly, I've got to force myself to call it a night.