So I had the most distinct pleasure of going to HitRECord’s first Summer In The City show at Pianos, which is right down the street from where I live. All I can really say to sum up the evening is that I’ve never been in a room with so many talented, inspired people at once. I got on stage with Joseph Gordon-Levitt and fellow HitRECorders and sang “Row Row Row Your Boat” over this awesome ambient track a few people worked on. Wow. Just watching short films and clips people on the site have been working on in a room full of hitRECorders was beyond anything I could sum into words. It was without a doubt the best night of my summer.
I tripped on the bathroom floor in kindergarten and split open my chin. It’s hardly visible now, but there is still a faint scar there. It was Valentine’s Day, and I spent it going to the hospital to get stitches. We stopped off for gas on the way to the hospital, and the guy filling up our tank gave my mom flowers because she told him what happened with me. Don’t worry, there was a get better present of Legos and a pizza party with my entire family to follow.
I realize I’ve already lost the purpose in this Tumblr exercise, but whatever.
When I was about eight or nine, my mom, sister and I spent the day with our family friends. It was a cold month, probably February or March, but the weather was unusually warm this day. We went to this place by my house called Eisenhower Park because they had set up some mock candy factory, I guess to feel like Willy Wonka or something. It was pretty pathetic and nearly nothing was edible, but they gave us candy at the end. Anyway, after we were done there, we went back to my house and went into the backyard to play. It was just me, my sister, and our friend Meri. Our moms were inside doing adult things, whatever that means. We had a pretty sweet swingset when I was a kid, but unfortunately there were only two regular seats on it. So Risa (my sister) and Meri went first, leaving me to stand along the sidelines and watch.
They started jumping off of the swings and landing on their feet. Once their sneakers hit the patchy grass, they’d turn back around and hop on to start swinging until they were high enough to leap again. I told them to be careful, the little worry wart I was. Risa got off the swing and let me have a turn, and of course, she and Meri encouraged me to continue their little swing-jumping ritual. I remember the pink windbreaker I was wearing flailing in the wind as I swung back and forth. This was also during my really horrible bang phase, so those were smacking me in the eyelids. After they started chanting, “Jump, jump!” at me (not with as much eloquence as Van Halen), I felt courageous enough to push myself off the seat of the swing and fly into the air.
I landed on my back and it hurt like a BITCH.
The pain was so excruciating, probably unlike anything I’ve since experienced save for a few surgeries I’ve had. I started bawling and cried for my sister to go fetch my mom from inside the house. She came running out, trying to pull me up as I muttered repeatedly about going to the hospital. I sat in bed for the rest of the night with a heating pad on my back, unable to move my neck. Luckily nothing was broken, it’s actually a complete wonder since the ground was so solid from the time of year. Moral of the lesson? Peer pressure is stupid. And the whole “jumping off a bridge because so-and-so did” isn’t far off from the truth, just replace bridge with a swing.
When I was younger, I used to take dancing classes. Ballet and hip-hop. I wish I’d at least stuck to the art form because I love dancing now, even though I’m not very good at it and definitely don’t do it often enough. But if you spend enough time with me, you’ll notice I start to just move my feet and hips - even when there is no music playing - and I can’t stop! I get made fun of a lot for it actually. My grandma constantly makes remarks about it because I’ll do it when we’re in public shopping somewhere.