Youth
When I was little, a group of seven or more teenagers were beating up a friend of mine. They were across the field from me, and the course seemed clear. I broke into a sprint, running as fast as I could towards the encounter. I didn't slow down as I got closer, but instead sped up, moving at full tilt upon my arrival. When I did arrive, I lept into the air, taking flight as if I had wings. I rose my knees up like little bony daggers and slammed into the spine of one of my friend's harrassers. I went down, so did he. The group turned on me and I curled into a ball, and they kicked at me for some time. I didn't care, my friend had gotten away, and it's not like I was getting hurt.
Later, in the principle's office, I was all smiles and cheer. My grandfather had passed away the previous day and I told somone as much when they questioned my good mood. He smoked, he died of lung cancer, he got what he deserved. I was all full of grass and victory.
That moment probably informs alot of who I am now.
Written On: Laptop
Currently Eating: Peach, Hashbrowns, Fried Egg, Toast with cream cheese and raspberry jam, and a few mint meatballs on the side. Yes, of course it's organic.
PS Holy cow I'm predictable. My two textbooks I needed to buy are The Economics of Natural Resource Use and Comtemporary Moral Problems.