Posted: Friday, December 17, 2010 4:30:24 PM
They walk around like they own the place. Gremlin looking girls, their faces covered in make up, fourteen year olds, trying to show the world, “Hey, I’m hot.” Hair, like streamers at a party, perfect.
Mothers, frustrated, they look like sixteen-year-olds, wearing tight pants and Uggs. Parents who are lawyers, doctors, and stay at home moms. Its all about Daddy’s wallet, buy, buy, buy. Facebook profile pictures are always wearing the Mitzvah sweatshirts with their lips plumped out, kissing the air, they even add the touch of a peace sign. No need for braces, Invisaline is on the way.
Sweat pants is their style, hats tilted to the side, cleanest Nike sneakers on their feet and hair perfectly in place not a single dent, gelled. XBOX, iPhones, Blackberries, iPad’s and more are given like chocolates on Valentine’s Day. Every weekend is another baseball, football game or even a concert. They all claim materials equal joy.
But on the top of a hill, I’ve seen moneyless beauty. Gliding, fields of meaningful green, and water streams. Animals everywhere, like stars on a summer night, there they shine.
Coming from Delaware the first state, filled with farmers, small schools, long highways and long acres of land. At night, hiking into the woods, running with the moon was when I could be myself.
There standing on the hill, looking down at the lit plains, the wind pushed my cheeks. A smile spread across my face. In that moment I knew I was me.