last night (long story warning!)
quick backstory. not a brilliant year topped of by redundency and the threat of bailiffs. All happening in the last month. ANYWAY....

Last night we wandered behind the performance of peter pan in our local park. I've always loved Peter Pan, the book, the character, anything to do with it in fact and they really focused on the emotional aspect rather than the fun. They hit a part where they tell the story of what happened after wendy returns home (i wont go into details, if you dont know it or havnt read it in a bit DO SO NOW you wont regret it )and i stood in the dark with friends and strangers with tears running down my cheeks. An amazing wave washed over me of understanding and desire for adventure, doing something i love and am good at. I'd applied to Uni to do fine art the day before, I'm 37 and had sworn to stay away form education forever. I grinned crazily for a good 5 minutes all tears and silence in the dark in a crowd :)

and then

We wandered up to a place you can see across the city and it looked as lovely as ever. Friends, as we often are, in our usual place enjoying life. Life is good. Suddenly we hear some young lads voices and the coal of fag appears over the hill and promptly vanishes again as the lad holding it fell on his ass. Much laughter and they wander over chuckling. Now, sometimes we get innundated by chav idiots shouting and showing how much harder they are than everyone else and as its really dark we cant tell what type of monsters are approaching.
"Can we sit with you? is that OK?"
Of course it bloody is! and so they call to their mates. A lovely way to top off an amazing evening. So to those lads, and to the one celebrating his 18th birthday (and his GF's 16th) especially. Thanks for joining us, you were bloody sound and your desire for life and the thrill of your future chimed perfectly with me.

"To live will be a great adventure."
(DreddPirateBob has watched every scifi film ever on, Sun 8 Aug 2010, 11:10, 1 reply)

Awww
the young'uns, they're lovely, aren't they?
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Sun 8 Aug 2010, 12:03, closed)