© Brodie
Earlier this week, my drama class and I were taken on a picnic by our teacher. We sat outside and ate sandwiches that none of us really knew the origins of, even after asking. Nonetheless it was a lovely time of talking, cautiously discarding suspicious sandwich contents, and above all laughter. There are few sounds more blissful than that of genuine, uninhibited laughter, especially when it comes from someone who cannot stop laughing once they've begun.
I envy people with loud, booming laughs. When they laugh, the world stops and joins them. When I laugh, people give me strange looks and ask if I'm right, which I find a little bit shameful. I'm probably one of the loudest people I know, but when I start to laugh, I go quiet, and begin to rock back and forth with my mouth open. My friends tell me this resembles a crow, hence the name my laugh now goes by, The Rocking Crow. I'm a little bothered that my laugh is better loved and appreciated, if not better known than I am, but I guess I should be happy. Not many people have that.
your blogs amuse me as you do every single day. Please, continue! :)
ReplyDeleteThanks, that's quite encouraging. Also, well done on being the first to comment
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