After I miraculously pulled back from Alex's grip I headed to find Rosie. She was sprawled on the polka dot duvet in one of the upstairs room. Bright blue paints coated the walls, accompanied by white furniture with a few bits and bobs in different colours. The moment I step in I realise this is somewhat like the room Rosie has dreamed of, minus the dancing fairies on the windowsill and indoor- mini pool. The rest looked similar to what I imagined it to be. I from now on believe in coincidences that are hard to comprehend. She seems to be highly intrigued by the way the texture of the duvet feels on the fingers, as she doesn't even notice me enter the room.
"Hey" I knock lightly on the door. Rosie looks up at me and bounces up on the bed, sending her hair into a frantic swish behind her back.
"Hiiiiiii. I love this room so much! Do you think any fairies are sneaking up beside my window?" she asks excitedly.
"I'm sure they will once they notice you're here!" I share her enthusiasm.
"Hmmm, ok, where are we going today for my birthday?"
"To get candyfloss for me of course." I tease her and she pouts, pretending to sulk and sink into her blankets.
"Ok, but will you share with me?" This child has a golden heart, she wouldn't even mind as much if I actually bought it for me and not her. Sometimes I think that little kids should be our biggest inspiration. They're the bubbly, reckless and kind ones. Teenagers and adults often are too whirled up in their problems to take an example from these little humans.
"Hun, I'm buying you candy floss and then we can go around town...Aha! What would you say to a trampoline park? If there is one around here of course."
"Yesssssss" she squeals out of joy. What a happy child she is. I aspire to be like her.
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"Where is this place? I feel like we're going in circles." I chirp out, after being pulled by Alex and Rosie around another corner.
"Trust me"
"I'm afraid that might not be a good idea."
"What do you mean?"
"Are you Justin Bieber?"
"Very funny."
"I know I am, thanks." I smile to myself happily. These conversations aren't getting us anywhere but that's the best thing.
After a few more minutes of strolling around the streets of San Francisco, we find the park Rosie was longing to go to. The outside doesn't look so welcoming, with just one single sign, outstanding from the rest of the dull building. Walking inside, we notice the excitement buzzing from everyone as they let their energy out on bouncy fabric. Places like this are really needed for long rainy days, like today.We pay for our entrance and make our way into the are full of trampolines in all shapes and sizes.
This reminds me of how I used to be a gymnast, leaping in the air and doing flips on these things. It was a great time in my life, lasting 3 years, but after I fell from the bars, breaking a bone in my hand, I stopped for a long time and then quitted. I never wanted to go back and I never did. Now I kind of regret it. I let my fear stop me from doing what I loved, holding back the moments behind a locked door.
I guess it's time to unlock it, the key is fun and I'm ready to test my abilities and see what I remember from my childhood years.
I'll test out the magic of believing.
I sound like I'm a wizard from "Wizards of Waverley Place"
"Let's go!" Rosie screams up at me.
We climb on the trampolines and join in the joyful squeals of kids, teenagers and even adults.The moment my feet bounce off the trampoline, all the great memories flood back, pushing the bad one back. So, I guess to overcome your fears you have to face them.
Even if it's with your feet, not your face.
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Hi. Sorry again. I said the updates will be more regular but I'm getting terrible writers blocks lately and I feel like everything I write is absolutely horrendous. I know this is focusing more on Chloe rather than on Rosie although it's her birthday not Chloe's but as I said - I have writers block and can't come up with a better idea.
Hell, I feel like I never have any ideas lately.
Hopefully this inspired you at least a bit to face your fears, I hope you do ( nothing dangerous though!!) and succeed. Remember success doesn't necessarily mean winning, it means being courageous enough to fight.
Love you all.
Until next time,
Em <3
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