When We Were Young

Life can be complicated. Which is a good thing in a way, because life might be plain boring if it wasn't. But I do wish it wasn't so head-numbingly intricate sometimes.

Life was so simple when I was younger. Yes, I had problems, but they were easier to solve. For example, if my sister asked for some of my chocolate bar, and we didn't have a knife to cut it, the solution was simple. Don't give her any.
If I was playing the Xbox by myself and didn't want others to join, I would unconnect the other controllers and say they weren't working.

There was no, 'I can't do that because so-and-so would get offended' or 'don't mention anything about that thing to whatshername or she'll hate you forever' and absolutely no, 'don't you dare talk to Nancy because Jim's mad at her for no-one-knows-what-reason and he will have your hide if you as much think about talking to her.'

It was all about me. Me first, me second, and if there was anything left over — I had to have that as well.

You get in my way? You get hurt? Boo-hoo to you.

I'm glad to say, I have changed. I've grown up a little. I've started to care about other people more and I have a new tactics for problems. Nowadays, if someone asks if they can play the Xbox when I want to play by myself...

I flat out say, "Nope!"

Honesty is the best policy!

A Poem For Chestnut

We found his still body lying inside the gate,
His limbs still warm, like we were only just late.
My siblings saw him dead, and cried over the life,
Dad saw him dead, and went fetched his knife.

It was our little kid Chestnut, with his eyes half closed,
His long ears limp, and dirt smeared on his nose.
Our small pet goat was not yet a year old,
When he finally lay still, his body growing cold.

We might have buried him under an old gum tree,
With a little dirt mound for the world to see,
But his short, chubby body isn't there under the logs.
What his spirit left was cut and given to the dogs.

He was like the little runt of that breeding year,
Small compared to others, but oh-so dear.
He almost had a kind of switch inside his tum,
On or off. Sleeping or a hyper ball of fun.

When you went to the yard, he'd come running, full throttle.
Did you remember him? Did you bring his plastic milk bottle?
His brown nose would nudge you, he'd find where it's hiding,
Or he'd suck on your jeans – see if they're worth trying.

When I think of Chestnut, I'll remember his energy,
His eyes full of life, his crazy moments of glee.
The day before, he scratched my boot and left a line.
I don't think I'll polish it away for some time.

Pizza!

Pizza is a glorious invention!

First, there's the perfect base, crispy around the edges and thick and spongy in the middle. Then the rich tomato paste, lathering the base with purée-a-fied tomato, garlic, onion and spices. The juicy vegtables—soft, but still with crunch—are spread out across the red carpet . The tender meat... so succulent. Last but not least, the cheese is lavishly laid on the top. After melting to most beautiful texture, the softly stringy cheese is what holds the pizza together. If the sight of a beautiful pizza doesn't makes you fall in love, the aroma will.

But. There is an invention that threatens to top the Great Pizza, which is... Delivered Pizza! And even the Delivered Pizza is being threatend by the invention of the... Delivered Pizza ordered through the Internet!

YAAAAAAAAAAAYYY!!!

I stayed at my sister's house a while ago and experienced my first ever 'Delivered Pizza'. *Awed moment of silence.* It was brilliant!! We clicked a few buttons on a computer, waited a bit... then 'tap tap tap' goes our food!! Not only does the pizza come to us, it also politely knocks on the door to say 'Coommmmmmmeeee eeaaattttt meeeee!!"

As the alien, ALF, says; "Food that comes to you? I love this planet!"