What Do You See?

Look at the picture above.
What does it make you think of?


I was just surfing around on the internet the other night and accidentally came across this picture. 
It made me think of a song that I had written a while back,which I titled "Fast Lane"


"Fast Lane"


Life goes by so fast,

Like a car speeding down the road,
Leaving dust in its trail.
I’ve always wanted to grow up,
Take the fast lane for once,
Leave everything behind
Questions run through my head daily,
What do I do with my life,
How do I get there?
No one can say that they know all the answers,
Unless you have the answer key,
Which would be out of date not long after you picked it up.

Life goes by so fast,
We should all take sometime to think things through
Like a blurred image in a window,
Like the wind blowing in your face,
Don’t take life by the fast lane,
Life is not a race.

Everybody screws up in life,
No one is perfect, not even you.
Don’t try to win the race,
You know you never will.
Time is not worth fighting against
So take life by the wheel.

No one is watching so go ahead,
Take the wheel.
Make sure you have control,
Don’t give up just yet.
Step on the gas,
Hurry up , you’re almost there.
But don’t take life by the fast lane.

I really don't even remember why I wrote this song, its been about two years since I wrote it. But seeing that picture brought me back to this song. It made me think that sometimes in life, we need to let go of the past and just keep looking forward. 

We can;t let our pasts hold us back forever. As they say, "Your past is your past, its meant to be in the past."

And I vote that we should keep it that way.

In the past.

-JustMe-

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Bandaids & Smiley Faces

Have you ever had one of those moments where you just start smiling out of no where because of a memory that you were thinking of?

 I've been doing that quite often.

Like the other day, I was on my way home and was just sitting there thinking and a random childhood memory popped up into my head. 

And oddly enough, it was about smiley faces on bandaids. 

See, when I was younger, like years ago, I used to be really clumsy. I was always scrapping my elbows,knees, arm,,leg... what ever got in the way of what I wanted to do ended up getting scrapped cut or bruised, somehow. 

I guess most would consider it normal for young kids, but those memories still stick in my head. Antibiotic ointments and peroxide became my enemies and bandaids became my friends. 

I remember the first time that I was allowed to ride my bike out on gravel. I was so excited. I took off down the alley way, thinking in my head,"This is so cool!"

There are no words to describe the way that I felt those few moments that I was actually riding my bike down the alley way.

Yes, I do mean a few seconds.

Because,it was only a few seconds before I went crashing down on the freshly laid gravel in my neighbor's driveway. 

The stinging pain I felt will always stay embedded in my mind. I remember getting up, tears streaming down my face, picking up my bike, and walking back into the yard. I wasn't crying because I was in pain, I was crying because I hadn't of succeeded in making it all the way down the alley and back. I was so determined. In fact, I almost just turned around and was going to make a second attempt but, my sister Melissa saw that I was all scraped up. She told me to go up to the house and have my aunt take care of the scrapes. 

Cue the hysterical crying because I started crying like it was the end of the world. I hated peroxide at that age. It was my enemy. 

I'll spare you the details of cleaning up the scrapes, not to mention washing down my neighbor's gravel driveway and returning their pebbles that had lodged themselves in my skin when I fell... I'll just say that it required lots of peroxide, cotton balls, antibiotic ointment, and plenty of bandaids, with smiley faces of course.

I really don't remember when she started putting smileys on the bandaids.Maybe she started it when she realized that it made me stop crying. I hate to admit it but it worked. 

She'd make a big deal about it, and every time, the smiley was different. Sometimes, they'd just be a simple smiley, or they be more elaborate with hats,tongues sticking out or they'd have weird noses. 

It might sound cheesy but I miss when things could just be fixed with a bandaid and a pen drawn smiley face. 

Now days, just to make myself smile, I'll put smiley faces on my bandaids, to remind me of those moments.