That’s Rose. She was a sibling of a camper one week and I had the pleasure of hanging out with her. At the fishing pond, Fishing Jon gives all the campers fishing poles and some fish food. He pulls hooks out of fish mouths (and eyes) and he’s usually gets stuck with all the dirty work of fishing. Rose made Fishing Jon’s job a little easier by choosing a different route. She refused a pole and went with a net every time. She had no cares in the world. She was completely determined to catch a fish without a pole and even without bait.
I’ve never worked much with Rose’s age group. She was 11 years old and the other girls in the cabin ranged from 10-14 years old. They were rambunctious, boy crazy, girly middle schoolers but Rose always felt so carefree to me. When all the other girls were swooning over one of the counselors (he looks like Harry from One Direction, a popular boy band these days), Rose was leaning over the fishing dock with her net.
Her determination paid off. She did end up catching several fish with her net. When the other girls moved on, she was still hanging on to her fishing net with one hand and the dock with her other.
Rose found a liking in my camera and at several points in the week I had no idea where she had run off to but I knew I was guaranteed to have some great pictures on my camera when she finally did come back with it. It made a lot of people nervous that I had such trust in an 11 year old with my fairly expensive camera, but when she had it that’s when I could relax from “photographer” mode. In many ways, Rose made me more carefree that week by taking some of my obligations away. When my camera is in my possession I usually feel obligated to capture all the cute moments that happen at camp. But when my camera was in Rose’s hands, that pressure was all on her.
Her only care was that when she finally did catch a fish I had to kiss it…
Like the knot that tied itself in your phone charger
Build a shelf for all your stories
One by one
Stack them tall even if you’ve got a short stature
Master embracing the strands of your character as a whole
And when people pull on you…
But if a good reason exists for their tugging
Stand up straight
Fill yourself with electricity
Maybe they’ll let you see their side of life’s story
It’s not boring
Touring through another person’s journey
But when it’s over
When you return back to your bag to sleep
Make up your mind
If you find their story worth living let them use your current by giving it free of hassle
But if you can’t see their reason
Keep teasin’ them with your strength
Keep your length for a better grip
A better trip
For a more worthy story
I’m thanking for automatic car doors and stores that sell original works of art.
Apart from tiny little pebbles stuck in my shoe, I really enjoy rocks
But pebbles are important too.
Like pedals on flowers, they hold things together
In rainy weather they might get slick but they stick to their roots.
I’m rooted in Michigan but I expand to lands across the country
And across oceans, too.
You might not believe me but I’m thankful for long plane rides
And rubbing up against the sides of strangers
It reminds me how passing by feels.
Sometimes I feel too much…
Like soft blankets and puppy dog tails
But other times I don’t feel at all
It all depends on the texture.
I’ve cured my disgust for chunky cottage cheese by eating it more often but I still can’t stomach tapioca pudding.
I’m more of a chocolate fan.
I’m extremely thankful for chocolate.
Especially when the cravings won’t subside
Hershey’s has got me covered.
I’m thankful for music that makes me dance
And rain that does the same.
Loud thunder reminds me how small I am and how my insides can rumble without hunger
I’m thankful that I rarely feel hunger
And even when I do it’s nothing compared to other’s.
I’m thankful for a lot of things,
Vacations with friends,
Car rides with family,
Flowers that smell as pretty as they look,
And couches that let me sink into them.