The First Thoughts

Today, I sit on a good friends bed.
Today, I discover true adventure.
Today, I realize how fun a golf course can really be.
Today, I hide abandoned golf balls in a lonely tree.
Today, I jump over water and roll down large hills.
Today, I look deep into the night and evening sky.
Today, I realize how lucky I am...
Today.
So, this is my first blog.  And I am at loss of what to write.  Many adventures of today tire me and fill my happy heart.  Laughter is included. :) I have to say that I am sitting here trying to come up with deep philosophical thoughts.  But none seem to be coming out of the hiding places of my mind.  Those spots where thoughts like when you walk into a room and pause because you can't seem to remember what in the bloody world you went in there to get. It seems like those thoughts just disappeared, yet you know they're there somewhere.  They hide and only come out with enough coaxing, like a lost kitten or a scared puppy.  Then there are those thoughts that won't come out even with coaxing and you wonder where in the world they went.  Can thoughts grow wings and fly away?  I would hope not.  Then every thought that figured you didn't deserve to remember it would just fly away.  And then, what would we have left to remember? I remember (speaking of thoughts) something from an anime, more specifically the anime Fruits Basket.  A young character called Honey explained something about thoughts and memories.  He explained that even those painful thoughts and memories he wish that he could just forget, are memories that he tried his hardest to remember, because one days he knew that he would learn something from them, or want to look back and remember what once was.  Something of the sort anyway.  And I decided that he was quite right.  Even those painful memories are wise to keep.  I feel  like sometimes the only thing that keeps me sane are the memories that hurt, or are just hard to look back on.  When I was little I awaited my fathers coming, sitting outside with all the other little children also waiting for their rides. I was maybe in 2 grade at the time.  Finally our little red Honda pulled up and I got in.  I remember my father turning to me and saying "Grandpa died."  I didn't know what to do.  I tried to cry, but my brain felt like twisted and knotted yarn.  I was so confused and shocked to do anything.  Dead?  What was dead?  I forced myself to at least do something, at least squeeze out a few tears.   Although that was a painful memory I never forgot it.  And I think it's for the best that I didn't.  The innocence of that day, helps me to remember what childhood was like.  It helps me to hold on to that childhood that so many people seem to lose.  I think that thoughts and memories are important to the way of life.  What if we never thought anything?  What if we just went on impulse and did everything that first popped into our heads?  In my opinion, humanity would be over before it even began.  And memories... if we didn't remember anything, life would have absolutely no flavor.  We would run into walls and forget that it didn't get us anywhere, we would make the same mistakes over and over, never learning anything.  That would suck. There are so many things I could put into this this.  But I'll leave the rest of those unanswered questions and brain teasing thoughts to those with the audacity and time to read this blog.
Until next time,
Nay.