21 Chapters of Childhood, Chapter four.

When I was younger I had almost no depth perception. This was caused by my optic nerve being under developed at birth. This also resulted in some pretty hilarious accidents.

I would bump into door frames while walking through through doorways

I would try to grab things that were really far away

But possibly the most embarrassing and memorable of these is the day I tried to ride my bike through cement power pole.

I was so excited that I was riding my bike by myself with no freaking trainer wheels!!!

My Dad took my brothers and I out for a bike ride. He used the excuse that it would be fun but I think he just wanted to get us out of the house so we'd stop driving him crazy.

I hadn't quite mastered the straight line and kept looking backwards at the squiggly lines my tires made when I rode over the grass.

Of course no-one had yet informed me of the dangers of looking backwards while biking forwards.
As you can probably guess, I was about to learn first hand the true value of looking where you're going.

Dad called out to me and I turned around to look at him, as I did I noticed I was about to hit a power pole. I didn't have time to go around. Then I noticed it was one of the pole with the hole in the middle and suddenly it dawned on me, I could go THROUGH THE POLE!

It all seemed perfectly logical until my tire went through the gap.

I suddenly noticed my handle bars were much wider than the gap in the cement power pole. Unfortunately I realised this about a millisecond before the handle bars hit said cement power pole so of course I had no time to stop or turn away, merely stare in horror as the painful outcome of my foolish assumptions unfolded before me.

My handle bars hit the sides of the cement power pole, my bike lurched forward and I was propelled face first into the pole. Much to the delight of my brothers and the shame of myself.

Reemerging from the depths of Time

Wow.

So it's been quite awhile.

I must admit I've had several issues getting back into this.

I originally stopped writing because I became severely depressed when I discovered my cat Frei was not only dead that also, a) he had been poisoned and b) Dad found him,buried him and then didn't end up telling me for a whole week. I kind of spun off in this awful cycle of "I should've been there for him and I wasn't.It's my fault he's dead and if I can't even take care of a cat how can I expect to take care of anything else"

I was starting to pull myself out of this funk when I was asked to house sit for some church friends. A couple of days after I arrived their rat started to look really sick. I managed to contact them and they told me he was dying and the only thing to do was sit and wait for him to pass away. This ended up in a "I am the Angel of Pet Death, nothing can survive my presence" thought pattern which really just deepened the depression. 

After the rat was dead I realised that maybe this was a good thing, it gave me the time to mourn that I didn't have with Frei.

That kind of pulled me out of my funk. But by that stage I didn't have the courage to front up to you guys and admit how slack I'd been. 

So now it's been over a month since my last post, I've done almost no work on 21 Chapters of Childhood and it's all just kind of gone poo.

However. The end of the year is going to sort of be a new start, I'm moving out of home into a flat near Uni and I'm working on plenty of costumes and it's all sort of looking up from here.

Everything should be sort of back on schedule from here.