*KreativityKanKill

Before I begin to write this blog for Mr. Thompson I must say..
I only wrote what I did because I feel as though if I was to write my full story it would be forever be lost and would only be told here and that's not how I role motha-f@cka. Its just like my art constantly changing. Maybe I'll add something new to it or forget a little detail that changes the whole piece.


IT WENT SORTA LIKE THIS...
The summer was coming to a gradual end. The day seem shorter and the nights seemed longer.It was 1997 I just turned 4 years old and could use the potty all by myself and pour cereal in a bowl with minimal spilling, I was growing up and the time finally came for me to begin my quest for learning.

The first day of preschool are a blur and most of my memories have been erased but I have few that I still hold dear to me.I can recall "the love of my life" wearing this little black Inca hat with a white horizontal stripe in the middle of it. Brown and gold llamas on that snowy strip and at the end of its tassel was a little wood carving of what seem to be a llama sticking its tongue out at you. This flimsy little hat did little to protect me from her long radiant gold hair that would on occasion turn blinding in the sun's light. She wasn't Peruvian, if that's what your wondering, she was beyond compare, a little white girl with rosy cheeks and a pair of big beautiful light green eyes. A little taller than me but it didn't bother me. Cute as a button and I loved her. Or at least that's what I would tell myself every morning before school and on one occasion told her. I really can't remember so well what type of clothes she'd wear but I know for a fact it never matched with her silly little llama hat. It was about a month before we sort of developed this, I hate you but then I have a crush on you, relationship.

There wasn't a day that passed that I didn't make fun of her hat. She wore it everyday I was surprised how clean she kept that thing. On some occasions I'd think of her as my Inca Princes and we'd play "castle." and I would do my best to rescue her from the evil llama. Our game “castle” was a mixture of Pokémon and evil llamas, I’d use my imaginary army of Pokémon to defeat the mean and cruel llamas of Grant Elementary' play ground and get the prize of walking the lovely Inca Princes to class. My crazy and childish imagination always could bring out a laugh or smile from her. In class it was pretty much the same story we didn’t care how much we’d get teased by the other kids. All we cared about was having fun and enjoy the time we had with each other. We'd spend ours together just looking up at the sky and asking each other about our daily lives. She didn't tell me much about her self only that she lived with her dad and had and older brother whom she really loved.





I'm not quite sure what it was about her that made me so attached. I have days that I try and solve this great dilemma of mine, on why I fancied so much my preschool crush. I guess it was just that, she was the first girl that I ever liked and could just be myself around her, with out having to worry what she thought of me. My "love" for this girl was short lived because she ended up moving the following year.

<3

I'm not really sure what "love" is, pretty sure this wasn't it.