Atop a Hill - Little Boy

This boy, I shall call Little Boy. Hence a nickname found for him years and years ago and carried through the air by dry dust.

He lived in that house. The one that looked astonishingly big and white and tall. It backed the woods and hid a secret that no one seemed to know except for the friends that knew very well the back door was unlocked. A few steps down and you were engulfed in forest as you traveled from the front of the house to the back.

What I saw: Tall windows as he let me in, and a fluffy couch with white down cushions. A jungle theme rested along the walls, and my head spun at the amount of items on the floor. He proudly displayed an iPod on his TV stand and large speakers resting on either sides of the room.

What I observed: He was prancing, and quick to point at anything he made reference to. He had long, yet well groomed, nails in addition to his straightened hair. When he walked he swayed his hips and gestured like he was slowly going mad. He smiled. Always.

It was later I learned he was gay. It was later I learned he had Asperger's.

It was later that I learned I was numb.

And so I learned from him, one of the most dire lessons of mankind - humility.

Conclusion:  This was going to be a long couple of years.

Introducing: Myself. But not really

I was recently assigned  a little project in my Writers Workshop class. It consists of making a blog, posting updates, and kicking and screaming to find an idea.

So I did.

I was told to mix what I love with what I write; which is easy since writing is my love. But what to write? A blog about myself would just be too bland... At least in my opinion. Why would I write about something I get to observe everyday? Why not try to write about what I have failed to observe?

The product of these thoughts ended with a final epiphany. It's easy to reflect on your own past, but why not try to chart the past you've had with others? It's almost as if you learn from others mistakes - or come to a realization that what you've known about them all along means more than you think.

I hope a little poetry, a few stories and a little commentary will help you dip your feet into the puddles of personality I've come upon throughout the years.

So wish me luck on what I'm about to say; but don't expect to get the real names of my subjects.