Goodbye, Silver Spring.
Hello, Rutland.
I remembered us being uprooted up east as my dad got a new job up in that state. I stayed silent as we packed and moved up to New England. Whenever I had downtime, I would sketch out these planes that may have been shoo-ins for some sci-fi movies. God, my imagination was too wild sometimes especially if it dealt with anything that flew.
Even when I started practicing archery to find additional hobbies, all I could think about was the speed and trajectories of those arrows as they whizzed to the targets.
Even when I tried the violin for grins and giggles, I pictured each note soaring into people’s ears whenever I played decently. It certainly made some ears bleed my first few months of practicing that instrument.
I didn’t know how to deal with being some flatlander in this mountainous state when I came here before my sophomore year.
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