My Monday Walk.

Today was just too beautiful to stay inside.
So, out I went.
And I didn't just "went" any old way. I climbed out my window. So adventurous.
Donning my navy blue sea captain jacket, an ochre yellow scarf, and some rain galoshes (though I'm not sure why) I was ready for adventure. For any one that knows me there isn't anything I hate more than seeing people I know. Apparently this is a strange practice. My mother has repeatedly questioned this habit and all I can say is I hate my friends. Is this normal? If you're honest with yourself, then yes. Yes it is.
Anyways, as I set out for my walk I knew that I wanted to charter some undiscovered territory. But since I've lived here since I was 7, and the road were too icy for me to drive, I decided to settle for some already-discovered-but-slightly-forgotten territory.
Yes.
Brilliant.
I'll walk around that nightmarish neighborhood that I would always get lost in when I was a child.
It seemed ideal.
So out I went, realizing that not only was it beautiful and sunny but it was one of those beautiful and sunny deceptively cold days. But, who cares. The side walk was covered with ice and I had a couple of close ones. The rain galoshes, it seemed, were already not a good idea. But, like I said, I already crawled out the window and I felt like nothing could stop me. So, I pressed on, earnestly seeking the secret path. Or just that one sidewalk that lead to the nightmarish-neighborhood. Whichever one came first. It was the latter and I thought I was in great shape. But as soon as I walked through that little bit I was assaulted by the load barking of dogs, who were throwing themselves at the fence. I jumped (which did not help. Icy, remember?) But I somehow managed to get away. Also, there was an old cardboard box just sitting (and decaying) in the middle of the sidewalk. I'd have stopped to further my investigation but those dumb dogs were relentless.
Well. There goes another one of life's Mysterious Mysteries.
The walk continued but the destination eluded me. There was supposed to be another secret sidewalk that would lead me to Bethany's house that would eventually lead to Walsh Park. Or Welch Park. I'm not too sure.
Then, all of the sudden this dog started going berserk. I looked over and saw the thing running at me. At first I just stood there, waiting for the invisible chain to yank it to a halt. Unfortunately there was none and it was fast approaching. When the nonexistent chain wasn't going to save me I decided to cross the road. Though I'm not too sure why. I guess I was thinking it was all a territorial misunderstanding and if I crossed the road he would understand. He didn't. I think he thought that I was just egging him on and the barking grew more vicious. Then I thought back to the ole' Otto days where farm dogs were a daily threat. We would stand there, unmoving, until it lost intrest. Or we would throw rocks at it. I decided to go with Plan A. But the nearer it got  I thought that I might try a little psychology on it. Maybe if I acted all playful like, (you know say "Here doggy" and pat my legs and what not) that it would realize that I wasn't a bad human or something. So as I half squatted into "Here Doggy Position" it's owner started screaming through the screen door of their house. Thankful that I didn't have to touch the thing, I straightened up and walked on. I kept looking back to make sure it wasn't following me, and it wasn't. Well that was close.
In the midst of all of this I couldn't remember where I came from or what direction I was even going. Then I started to see some familiar houses. But it was the surreal kind of remembering. Almost like deja vu. It was weird because when I was in 4th grade my BFF Lauren (oh my gosh) lived on this street. But what was even weirder was that I went through the exact same thought process as I did back then when I first saw it. This street seemed almost identical to Teak Street back in Gillette. Eerie, I know. It had every house but mine. (207 Teak St. to be exact.) I walked to the very end house thinking, "And this belonged to that old lady and her son. The one that tried to shoot himself in the head but it only made him blind." But I can't even remember if that really happened now. So much of my life has been embellished stories and imagination that I never really trust my memories. Did that really happen guys? Anyways, that was what I was thinking about. Then I thought about when Lauren and I were selling pizza coupons because we were in the Miss Montana pageant. I remember going to each of these houses. That grumpy old man got mad at us. He said, "Thanks for reminding me that I can't eat pizza anymore!" Imagine not being able to eat pizza! And this went on for quite some time. It's weird remembering things like that. I haven't thought about them since they happened, but there they were just the same. Lauren didn't even end up doing the MM thing and I was in the paper. I remember secretly wondering if my current crush Jake saw it. Pff. I doubt that kid ever picked up a paper in his life.
Anyways, on with the walk. Some how after all of that I knew where I was. But I still couldn't remember where the Dog Incident took place so I tried a new street. Then I got a call from Mil and, not wanting to go home yet, we talked as I just walked up and down the same street who knows how many times. I wonder if anyone saw me from the window. What would they think? "Who the heck is that girl, pacing up and down my street?!" I don't know. I stayed there because I seemed relativly dog-free and I hadn't seen any cars pass by. It started getting windy and when the wind blows directly at me I can't breath. Something that's always happened. So, still chatting away I just started turning down streets and I found myself out of that horridy neighborhood and almost home. That was pretty cool, considering.
In I went (through the door this time) and I ate a banana.
The End.