Christmas time
always brings back memories. Fond memories, not so fond memories and even
ambivalent memories come together. One of the more ambivalent memories are of
boring classes mostly spent making origami swans, or that is, I was making
origami swans. All of the cool kids made origami frogs which jumped around. Oh
how I wish I was one of those guys, they were the kings of the castle, the ones
who got the girls and was all because of those frogs, my swan wasn’t even the
kind that flapped it’s wings. Stupid, stupid swans.
My firsty
attempt was a bit shite…
and better
still…
until…
…perfection.
Now if only
if I could find someone my age who’ll still be impressed by my mad frog-making
skillz. Too late it seems, once again too late.
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