The Madness/random
A fragment of the Garden of Remembering
On playgrounds, there was always the spinning gate. It was a gate on a pole. You'd stand on the back of it and kick off like a skateboard and just... spin around on it. Think a merry-go-round, but smaller and crazier.
It's not like I told her that I'm skinny because my sisters and I have always exercised more so we didn't inherit the family watermelon ass, but skinny is also something I didn't have to really work for. It's just how I am.
