So his instructor greeted us, set up the parachute and kit and took some photos with him and all of a sudden they were running off the side of a mountain.
The whole place was all wooden and quaint and rustic with that earthy smell of wood and pine. We felt so touristy and silly with our cameras hanging from our necks: snap happy.
Although I barely know these people and haven’t seen them for over a decade, I can sense the strong bond of a family.
And he’s laughing and smiling as I’m sitting there in disbelief and tears and goes, “So Beth, will you marry me?”
“Ali, I really need to get out. Now.” I say.
He looks at me and goes “You’re green.”
And after that, I don’t remember anything.
She told me secrets. Great secrets. And I didn’t want to forget a single one of them.
I’ve just turned 20. Here is a list of all the things of all the things I fear will change. (nb all of my fears are irrational)
The backdrop is newspaper. Decades and decades of newspaper, draped up against the wall. There’s a story about the first man on the moon and hey, there’s that really bad terrorist attack. Bad stories and good stories. Near the edge of the newspaper backdrop, there are three cheerleaders standing at the sidelines with megaphones. They…
And I’ve written so many things and am so creatively frustrated … I need a ‘headspace’.