Post by Hauskaz on May 28, 2009 13:58:05 GMT -5
That's pretty cool. Your post also reminded me of my completely irrelevant dream from yesterday.
I lived back in my old neighbourhood, and it was a slushy winter day. The sky and all it lit was pale and grey. I had to go to school, and as was typical back then, starting walking.
Problem was, my legs were incredibly difficult to move.
It was like I wasn't strong enough to move them, or they weighed some absurd amount. Nevertheless, I tried to continue on, but it was ridiculously hard, and each car passing by felt like a mockery of my inability to move properly.
I did eventually manage to reach a bridge crossing over the old parkway. There I found a girl walking in my direction. She lacked legs, possessing only plastic tubes in lieu of. For some reason, one of them had the Government of Canada logo stamped on it. She walked using the stubs along with two white ski poles without baskets. She noticed my struggle and came to my aid, gladly me offering four ski poles. I gave back two of them, as taking just two let alone four poles from a cripple made me feel pretty awful.
Somehow, the ski poles made it incredibly easy to walk. I would use them to glide my feet along almost as if I were skating or cross-country skiing. The burdening weight of my legs disappeared, and I was free to move on my own will.
With my newfound mobility, I proceeded until reaching a grocery store around Samantha's neighbourhood. It was an interesting store in that the floor was ice, and you were required to skate down the aisles. The shopping carts were specially fitted with skis, and the whole properly was also covered with ice (it must have been a father to park). I then proceeded to go shopping for unknown items, while Anong, having appeared out of nowhere, quickly disappeared again to go get some skates. The cripple girl was not far behind, and also came into the store.
I never did make it to school.
This feels like I'm trying to tell myself some kind of moral.
I lived back in my old neighbourhood, and it was a slushy winter day. The sky and all it lit was pale and grey. I had to go to school, and as was typical back then, starting walking.
Problem was, my legs were incredibly difficult to move.
It was like I wasn't strong enough to move them, or they weighed some absurd amount. Nevertheless, I tried to continue on, but it was ridiculously hard, and each car passing by felt like a mockery of my inability to move properly.
I did eventually manage to reach a bridge crossing over the old parkway. There I found a girl walking in my direction. She lacked legs, possessing only plastic tubes in lieu of. For some reason, one of them had the Government of Canada logo stamped on it. She walked using the stubs along with two white ski poles without baskets. She noticed my struggle and came to my aid, gladly me offering four ski poles. I gave back two of them, as taking just two let alone four poles from a cripple made me feel pretty awful.
Somehow, the ski poles made it incredibly easy to walk. I would use them to glide my feet along almost as if I were skating or cross-country skiing. The burdening weight of my legs disappeared, and I was free to move on my own will.
With my newfound mobility, I proceeded until reaching a grocery store around Samantha's neighbourhood. It was an interesting store in that the floor was ice, and you were required to skate down the aisles. The shopping carts were specially fitted with skis, and the whole properly was also covered with ice (it must have been a father to park). I then proceeded to go shopping for unknown items, while Anong, having appeared out of nowhere, quickly disappeared again to go get some skates. The cripple girl was not far behind, and also came into the store.
I never did make it to school.
This feels like I'm trying to tell myself some kind of moral.
