Stream Of Consciousness

Sting

The suns rays are beating down on you and I, as we swing back and forth on the playground. No care in the world, we are laughing together in harmony. Our feet are pushing the bottom of this glider swing so hard that we are pushed into the air to the point that we are standing, flying rather. Nana is standing to the side smiling and laughing right along with us, as if she were along for the ride. We move around to the different obstacles of the playground -- the swings and slides are favored between us both. You and then I, up and down the slide, as if that is the only part of the jungle gym that is available for us to use. When in reality we are the only ones here. We will forever be the only ones here. Along with our Nana.

Again, we are back on the swing. Back and fourth and back and fourth we go. Again, we are laughing trying to go as high as we can. Again, Nana is standing by our side, spotting, waiting for one of us to fall with how intensely we are swinging.  When out of the corner of my eye a see a large yellow and black object only a few feet away. Not to alarm you, I swerve to avoid it and quickly turn back to my original position. But, before I could pretend like nothing has happened this flying object is now to your side of the swing.

You swat it towards me and as soon as it comes closer, I hear the buzzing sound, I know that this flying object is not just any harmless insect, a bee instead. I jump off the swing sending you left and right. Screaming now, you duck down trying to avoid it. Before I could take more then two steps away, it stings my right arm. I scream and instantly fall to the ground. Concerned, you stand up and try to step to over to me. As your back straightens, and you are at a full stance, it stings you in the left arm. You are now in the same position.

Nana has already run inside for ice, when she hears another scream come from outside. She runs out with two ices packs. Running over she comforts us and tells us that the stinging will die down and that we should get inside before more bee's come to get us. We jump up, run inside where we are safe from all the danger that the outside world has to offer.  

Squirrel 

As I sit on he ugly green carpet of my great grandparents living room floor, my great grandmother, Nana,  was making us a hearty lunch of beef stew with crackers, pears, and a glass of chocolate milk. My great grandfather, Papa, was sitting at the table with our 5 pound box of shelled peanuts, cracking them one-by-one for our furry friends to eat. I sneak my head up onto the table and try to take some out of the jar.  He looks over just as I pop my head up and gives me a small handful as a secret before Nana comes out with our lunch.

The steam coming from the stew is so great that I fear I might burn myself. As I help papa clear the box of peanuts off the table nana has set up my special chair at the end of the table; my delicious lunch has arrived in front of me. As I climb up into my chair, it makes a squeaky noise as I settle in. I take my first bite, the temperature is so high that I spit the food out and grab my glass of milk and gulp it down until my taste buds have felt the cooling sensation. Nana gives me a disapproving look but after she see's papa across the table hysterically laughing, she can't help but let out a little giggle.

After the stew  cools down, I practically choke because I try and eat it so fast. After we finish with lunch, I am ready for  nap.  Nana, Papa, my sister, and I all head into the bedroom. I make a bed for myself at the foot of theirs. As soon as my head hits the pillow, I dream of all the happy memories that I have made and know that in my heart they will last forever.

              SUGAR

I am sitting in my living room with my sister. We are on our old and worn green couch. You can see the happiness within us, it pours out in every pore of ourselves. The 'big screen' T.V. is what seems to be mesmerizing us; the candy, the colors, and the silly songs that Mr. Willy Wonka is singing and dancing to. A small tune comes from between cracks between our lips, afraid that the other might notice. Our dad is in his room watching the ever-so- gory 'WWE' wrestling. My sister and I could not be any less interested.

We crave the chocolate, gum drops, and lollipops that seem to take over the television screen. As soon as the scene changes from the candy, we sit holding on to each other as the happiness that we just experienced had turned into fear. This show had just got a little more intense. As the music calms and the scene changes completely, we let go of each other and sit back both trying to act as if the scariest part in the movie was not that bad. My sister jumps off the couch, and I follow her with my eyes, trying to keep up with where-ever her little feet are taking her. No sooner had I turned away, with the reassurance that she is in my dad’s room, he comes up behind me and scares me. I scream and start to cry but no sooner do the tears stream down my face, do I start laughing so much that my side starts to hurt.

He explains that he has come out to make us some dinner. I moan and groan and complain because the movie is almost over. He says that it doesn't matter, that we can just pause it until we get through dinner. I let out a sigh because I do not peel myself away from my movie, but I will soon forget the feeling of sadness realizing that the joy of spending time in the kitchen with my dad will soon take its place.