Today is the summer festival in town and I just can't wait. Mom had time off and dad just got back from New Jersey, debunking the Atco Ghost legend. We're going with Aunt Wendy, Uncle Soos, and Grunkle Stan. Grunkle Ford's sick so he won't be joining us. I just love the festival because this is our chance to get together with everyone and do fun things as a family. Mom always finds the best sweaters for me to wear and dad always buys me some neat knick-knacks. Aunt Wendy always gets together with her old friends and the cause all kinds of shenanigans, like spray painting funny pictures on the crabby vendors. Uncle Soos always goes on the rides with me while mom and dad and take pictures of us. The funny thing is that dad always gets Uncle Soos making funny faces on the rides.
Mom told me that Gruncle Stan was really cheap when her and dad were kids, but he's not anymore. Like just now, dad just bought me a neat wooden hawk figurine, but Gruncle Stan though it wasn't enough. He just keeps saying, "C'mon, there's got to be something else you want. Pick something, anything." Just to make him happy, I point out some other things that I figure I'd like some other time. I asked mom why he does that and she told me, "He never had any grandkids to spoil so he just does it with you." I figure that I'll let him have it. He really is a great guy.
I'm having a blast right now, but I feel selfish that I'm not sharing it with everyone else. It's almost unfair that I'm having the time of my life and it seems like there are people who aren't. Sometimes I just wish I could get the whole town together and just get them to do something fun, anything fun. Right now I could just climb up the water tower, call out to the town and just sing.
Riding hard every shooting star. Come to life, open mind, have a laugh at the orthodox. Come drink deep, let the dam of mind seep. Travel with Great Élan, dance a jig at the funeral.
Come!
Taste the wine, race the blind, they will guide you from the light. Riding noughts till the end of time.
Come!
Surf the clouds, race the dark, it feeds from the runs undone. Meet me where the cliff greets the sea.
Come!