On Easter, we had this tradition where an old man down the road would paint little ‘bunny’ prints along the sidewalk, as well as up to the door of every house where a child lives…and he’s done this every year, without fail, since before I was born.
Over the summer, that old man passed away, so no one in their right mind expected to see the tracks this year. However, when I woke up- there they were!
Turns out that his eighteen year old grandson (who happens to be known as the badass of our school) got up at three this morning and spent four hours- by himself -painting the prints; just to make sure that the neighborhood kids wouldn’t be disappointed.
one time i went to this party and it was the first time i ever went to a party so i had no idea what to do with myself and everyone was grinding and drinking and i was really overwhelmed so i stood in the corner with a balloon and wouldn’t talk to anyone and i pretended to be a statue and not exist and people took pictures with me and i wound up becoming the life of the party by not saying a single word