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It was more than the fact that she couldn't match her clothes and purple clashed horribly with that shade of blue, it was more the fact that it looked like she rolled out of bed everyday and came to school in her pajamas that bothered me.
The buzzer rang and he was off like a rocket, speeding past his friends and family as they waved and cheered him on. Feet beating the ground in a rhythm that no other racer could hope to match, he surged ahead, running across the finish line a whole length ahead of everyone else.
That lantern's been hanging there for years. It doesn't work anymore, doesn't cast light through the darkness. But still, it's still there. I don't think Gran has the strength to take it down, since Grandad was the one to hang it there, nearly 30 years ago, before anyone had ever thought that he'd die so young.
Watching the kite climb above the clouds, diving and spinning with the breeze, made me wish that I was like that kite. It was so free, so fearless, not afraid of anything. It could see every where, anything, be anywhere that the breeze took it without responsibilities.