Not Everyone Can Be A Rockstar:(

Written April 20th, 2023 - Entry: Six

Category: Memory

There I was. Skinned knees, broken promises, and one heck of a childhood story. You know when you’re young, I guess the laws of friction don’t apply in your youthful fantasy. Anyway, I was acting like the old time rockstars jamming out on my air guitar under the gondola at recess and decided to do the infamous solo guitarist knee slide. I was going to out Pete, Pete Townshend, or whoever came up with that fiery little move. The plan would have worked had it have not been for the seemingly bad concoction of variables. The rigid sandpaper pavement and my beloved plaid khaki shorts that revealed my young and shiny little kneecaps. I'm guessing you can assume what happened next. A hopeful dream to impress all the preschoolers around me and win over my popularity turned into a tear shed anguish of bloody knees and Mrs. Patsy picking me up like a little 2-pound dumbbell taking me to see the nurse. I will have to remember my velvet trousers and polished marble floor for the next go-around.