Sunday, February 13, 2011

Sometimes I just wonder what it's like:

-to be tall. High heels don't cut it. I want to know what it's like to wish I was shorter, for once, and be good at basketball, just because I could shoot over everyone else's head and get every rebound as long as I was in position

-to be the best at something. To be like this violinist who couldn't find music that was difficult enough for him, so he wrote his own. I want to know what it feels like to serve 156 mph.

-to have everyone in the world mad at me. Not for an extended period of time. Just maybe, like 2 hours. I just want to know.

-to speak three different languages. I know a seven year old who can do this. He speaks Korean, English, and Spanish fluently. I speak English decently, and after 3 years of espanol, I can say colors, numbers, and animals. I want to know what it's like to switch between three different dialects without thinking about it.

-to not have red hair. Don't get me wrong, I love my hair, but everywhere I go, people are complimenting it, and telling me stories about how their best friend or daughter or son has red hair too, and it's cool, but what would I be like without it?