i remember once in kindergarten i wanted to go swimming instead of school. we had gotten a mini raft and i wanted to play with it. i felt bold. it was the greatest idea a five-year old can come up with. so i put my trunks on and proceeded to go outside. it didn't matter that it was cloudy because everyone knows mornings are gloomy but afternoons get hot in june. mom was on the phone when she saw me. she helped me tie my shorts together (i didn't learn how to tie laces until a year later) but stopped mid sentence, and asked me what i was doing. i told her that i wasn't going to school, that i hated it, and that i was going to spend the day in the pool. it was my first calvin & hobbes moment. she said she'd call her friend back and, clearly irritated, she made the motherly face that told me i was going to die in three seconds. i mumbled, said why a few times, went back upstairs, and changed.
i plan on moving out in september; the greatest idea a twenty-five year old who is still living with his parents can have. it would suck if my mom sent me back to my room to think about my decision. but, there is no denying it now: times are a changing.
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