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Alright, I forgot to write in here yesterday so I'll write today. I don't know what to say but, I like it. I can just say whatever I want, right? I think I'll tell a very short story. Sweet plan!

It was in the summer, nearing the end of august, I'd say about 5 or so years ago. My parents were having a get together with a couple of other families at our house so there were quite a few people over. All the kids were swimming in the pool and or jumping on the trampoline and it was great. A grand old time. Then we had lunch and everyone just chilled after that, digesting and whatnot. And then after a while everyone started leaving and that's always my least favourite part. Goodbyes are always so awkward I find. And it was still around the middle of the day so it was even weirder. Anyways, we were saying goodbye in the backyard because we were all outside because it was a nice day. And out of nowhere my Uncle Shawn decides to pretend to toss me into the pool, which he had done a bunch of times before because he's such a 'funny' and repetitive guy. Anyways, he does it once without a problem and makes it seem like he's going to set me down normally. But, as you would've guessed, he doesn't. He picks me up again, surprising me and making me squirm a bit, but not out of fear, I knew he wouldn't drop me or anything. I just flinched a little because I was surprised. He lifts me over the side of the pool just like before but, this time he steps on the one loose tile on the perimeter of the pool rim. He starts teetering over and I get even more surprised as we both land in the water fully clothed. We both emerge from the water laughing as we start to tread water in our heavy jeans. And no more than a second later I hear my dog barking from inside the house and the pitter patter or frantic paws along the kitchen tiles. And before we could even comprehend what was going on my dog barrels straight through the screen door on his way to probably try to 'save us'. I don't know how he would've saved us he didn't even like the pool. But, it's the thought that counts I suppose. I miss him.

Yup. That'll do.

Flying Machine

I wish I was an aeroplane,
A flying horse with a metallic mane.
Soaring through the crystal sky,
The silk-thin air gets me high.
Hoping that I never crash,
And turn my passengers to ash.
But at least when you're an aeroplane,
A handy mechanic can heal your pain.

Greetings

Hello