The pleasures of being young

Small Clothes. That’s the best part about being a little person. You have small clothes. Packing is simpler. You have a small body, thus your clothes are smaller so really, you can fit more in a bag. Other people take the big stuff. Older siblings. Parents. They’re the ones who pack the sandwiches and juice. You just have to take your bag of clothes. Your life is easy. Waiting. Sometimes it’s rough, especially when you are really looking forward to the trip. Other times, it allows you to finish small projects, write a few letters, and maybe even start reading that book you really love.

Dreams of pirates and the like

Bad dreams. Bleh! Who needs them? As a kid, I could sense when the bad dreams were coming on. To stop the haunts, I would tell my favorite teddy bear, Pinky, my fears. That only lasted so long. I realized as I got older that I had to clear my head in order to fall asleep. So I would. I would think out and write down every thought I had before I could fall asleep. Only when my mind was clear would sleep find me.

Last night, I read before going to bed. I’d skimmed and read short lists in the most recent issue of Entertainment Weekly. Johnny Depp is on the cover. There’s a whole spread about the Pirates movie coming out in a few weeks. I didn’t realize the Pirate would seep in before I fell asleep. But it did and I just woke up from quite an adventure. I wasn’t truly in danger. I mean, Blackbeard just chased me down some rickety stairs, but he really didn’t have a chance of catching me. I was a lot faster than him. The one thing I do find weird is that the tune from the Pirates of the Caribbean ride at Disneyland overshadowed the Dashboard Confessional song that woke me up. No need to hear about a stolen heart. Why not just sing, “Yo ho. Yo ho. A pirate’s life for me.”