As a child I loved going outside. Especially during summer or spring. I think fall was my favorite time of the year though. During that time the leaves changed from a forestry green to pretty red, yellow, orange, and brown colors. They fell off their branches and sank to the ground where they shriveled up. I loved leaves, but I think the thing I loved most about them was stepping on them and hearing them crunch under my shoes. The noise was calming and relaxed me in a weird sort of way.
I spotted a leaf in front of me. It looked like just the thing I was looking for. I grabbed my mother's hand, wanting her to see it all unfold. I hopped into the leaf and it crunched. I felt the satisfaction in my bones and now I was happy.
Now that I'm older I'm more wary of leaves that seem to be what I need. Whenever l see a leaf that's crunchy, even slightly, I refuse to step on it. Then I become saddened when I see someone else step on it and get joy from it. Maybe they deserve it more. Maybe I don't deserve to be happy. I used to be too trusting and that led to my heart being broken. Now I'm scared of everything.
I wish I could just love people like I used to and receive that same type of love.
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Tainted Pages
RandomBasically js sad stories I make up randomly when in the bored. Some of them are true stories that are slightly changed to fit the story better. Figure out which ones are.
