RUINED

Breeze flows over my skin its ambience relaxes these sensitive pores. I feel the concrete under my feet warm, course like sandpaper. I believe that its surface is more porous then my membrane. The kids run and jump in what is cold water to them. I say, “They don’t know what cold is.” They will realize what it is to be cold when they swim in a Colorado river when the frost piercing feeling overwhelms them. This swimming pool will do just fine for the present so they share the experience with the calm, cool water. My children are spoiled they both wear lifejackets to swim and without them they would drown. I blame my wife for that.

When I was a kid I was thrown into wavy Lake Michigan and told to doggy paddle. The dark, deep, blue water wanted to swallow my body as I fought against it to reach the concrete platform with the steel seaweed wall. Struggling to live by swimming I have never forgotten that moment. After the couple of times my brother had to save me out of that tormenting water I started paddling better and better with every time he threw me in. 

But what is being spoiled? It means not disciplined, a child who runs around disobeying their parents when told to sit down. I’ll keep enforcing what I feel is the key for my children to excel in life. I want to jump in the cool blue pool, it’s inviting but I feel that it might rain. Oh! There is a sprinkle of water that just fell on my paper. I’m going to stop writing now, so this composition doesn’t get ruined. Ruined like the issues people face everyday from giving up.