Four Years Ago

Four years ago I was only thirteen,
Not knowing more than what I've seen,
Barely starting to come into being,
At least to comprehension, such a tricky thing.

With my regression in retrograde,
I still had peach fuzz, no need to shave.
But now I've matured, sort of like wine,
To benifit myself and others likewise.

Monkey? For a Pet? I Dunnoooo

After seeing a couple of news articles where tourists at certain zoos were attacked and left scarred by monkies, I don't think a monkey would make a great pet.  Not only do they have the ability to snap, they are also very intellegent creatures that I don't think can be tamed as well as they need to be.

The Youngest Person I Know? ... Hmmm

Again, I'm not entirely sure, but a safe guess on whom the youngest person I know would have to be my mother's cousin's son, Damien.  He's, maybe, three years old, and in true toddler fashion, he has more energy than it takes to send a shuttle past the hemisphere!  Now if only we could bottle up that energy we'd make a fortune!

The Oldest Person I Know?... Hmmm

If I had to guess, I would say my great grandmother (on my mother's side) would be the oldest person I know.  Her nickname is Gran Gran and she's been around for a while (I don't exactly know for how long) but she's also holding on tight and I love her dearly.

My Dream Professional Wallpaper!

If I could paint anything on the walls of my bedroom, the door would have excellent graffiti, the celing would resemble the day sky, and the side walls would be the image of either mountains and an ocean, or a pleathera of buildings and skyscrapers.

No Flyball Bat!

There once was a baseball bat,
Owned by a magical,mystical cat.
Salem was the feline's name,
But baseball, however, was not his game.

Hit after hit the little young tyke,
Hit a few fly balls and then hit a strike.
He grunted, "Ahh! Curse this left, no, right arm!
Oh I know what to do, I'll cast a bright charm!"

So with the flick of his wrist, and wiggle of his tail,
Never would a ball hit by this bat ever fail.
"Wonderfull! Great! I am very pleased!"
"I bet you'll lose in football!", the others teased.

Salem tossed the bat aside and conjured some gear,
And since, the bat had been unused for 100 years!
However, a century after, a stadium was built upon,
The very same diamond Salem used to play on.

And while remodeling, the bat was found,
And a ball hit by the bat wound never touch the ground,
Nor be hit way up into the stands,
Its legend sung by marching bands.

But Salem returned and grew a green eye,
And reclaimed ownership of the bat who couldn't fly.