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A COLLECTION OF EXPERIENCES Anaiah Lupton I am nine years old and my family has taken us to the beach during off season. We soon discover that our assets are only benefited to a certain extent as we combat monumental amounts of thick seaweed. The seaweed is dark and brushes against my thighs like a serpent. My hair is a wild mess of tangles, fused together by saltwater that dances down my back. The Velcro latching my board to my left ankle is caught in the seaweed and pulls me under water. I am left with a decision. To wane into the urge of swallowing the greenish, luminescent water, allowing it to encompass me and nurse me to sleep, or exhausting myself to the shore. I garner my strength and swim. I lay panting on the shore and am suddenly disappointed with my choice. I look behind me at the sea and wish I was under the water, cradled into the sleep my body desperately longs for. I often think of this moment and how it rep- 10
esents the idea of “It gets better”, and the notion of hope and life going on in a positive direction implying that if I just swim far enough and hold my breath longer, maybe someday I won’t feel like I’m drowning. We spent the entire duration of the party trying to find our friend and taking turns waiting to use the restroom. Simultaneously we are becoming less sober and you mention that most of the parties we attend involve us wandering through a sea of conversation, dancing and drinking while looking for a friend. You note that perhaps we aren’t really looking for anyone, but looking for a way to fill the time before we can go home and fall asleep and talk about the party in the morning, feeling like we have robust social lives and that we are cool. My grandmother is driving me to school on her way to work. We ride together every Tuesday morning. We turn left at the greenlight of the intersection not far from my house. We are met with a rush of people around an accident that just occurred only moments before. The ambulance and paramedics have not arrived yet but he is sitting on the ground next to his car and his abdomen is covered in blood and he is crying. My grandmother doesn’t say anything and she takes me to school where I spend the remainder of the day crying and questioning if I should be crying. This human empathy seems instinctual and necessary but I feel embarrassed and the more I explain to my teachers what I had seen I realize by their expression that they envy my innocence. We have been friends for years. We have all of the same classes. Moaning and groaning, we mutually respond to the grief from our assignments. We yearn to be outside as we sit uncomfortably, legs crossed, in our wooden desks. We are laying on your bed and the window is open, allowing the crisp January air into your bedroom. You show me your favorite song and I am moved and a deep emotion is evoked within me and the idea of the song makes me not feel so alone. I used to believe that this connection was exclusive to an eros love, beyond a platonic relationship. I realized that the feeling of being alive was not equal to, but greater than the feeling of being in love. I didn’t know I could experience this level of intimacy and love with a friend and feel truly, and utterly known; even if only for a moment. 11
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