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Look at that hat. I am so proud of that hat! 
This place has always been special to me. At first, I wanted it to be special for the two of us, but the other one was never there...
In Dimsdale park, there sits an old abandoned playground that used to be filled with kids, but now I’m the only one left. I never swing in the swings or slide in the slides or do anything else. No, I just sit on top of the merry go round and wait. I started doing this in my sophomore year of high school. The reason why is because I never had the chance to talk him. You see the boy I love, Timmy Turner, has gotten quite popular since he started dating Trixie Tang during freshmen year. Everyday he would always be surrounded by the popular crowd, making it difficult for me to get his attention. Even after they broke up, Timmy still held his popular status throughout high school. In the beginning of sophomore year, I slipped a note in his locker saying “Meet me at the merry go round after school. I want to talk to you. -Tootie” He never showed up. The next day I slipped another note with the same message and still hadn’t shown up. I continued doing this throughout high school ending with the same results. Deep down I knew he would never show up, but I kept on waiting. I don’t really know why though. I remember waiting until midnight one time when the news reported a serial killer on the loose. I remember waiting in a hail storm the size of rocks or in a lightning storm while sitting on the metal bars of the merry go round. Crazy I know, but I really wanted to talk to someone. Where I wanted someone lean on while I cry or I wanted someone to laugh out loud with. Just one moment where we can enjoy each other’s company. Even if it only last for a minute.
This place has always been special to me. At first, I wanted it to be special for the two of us, but the other one was never there...
In Dimsdale park, there sits an old abandoned playground that used to be filled with kids, but now I’m the only one left. I never swing in the swings or slide in the slides or do anything else. No, I just sit on top of the merry go round and wait. I started doing this in my sophomore year of high school. The reason why is because I never had the chance to talk him. You see the boy I love, Timmy Turner, has gotten quite popular since he started dating Trixie Tang during freshmen year. Everyday he would always be surrounded by the popular crowd, making it difficult for me to get his attention. Even after they broke up, Timmy still held his popular status throughout high school. In the beginning of sophomore year, I slipped a note in his locker saying “Meet me at the merry go round after school. I want to talk to you. -Tootie” He never showed up. The next day I slipped another note with the same message and still hadn’t shown up. I continued doing this throughout high school ending with the same results. Deep down I knew he would never show up, but I kept on waiting. I don’t really know why though. I remember waiting until midnight one time when the news reported a serial killer on the loose. I remember waiting in a hail storm the size of rocks or in a lightning storm while sitting on the metal bars of the merry go round. Crazy I know, but I really wanted to talk to someone. Where I wanted someone lean on while I cry or I wanted someone to laugh out loud with. Just one moment where we can enjoy each other’s company. Even if it only last for a minute.
I'm going to be graduating tomorrow. Senior year has been a stressful year to everybody. Deciding which colleges to takes, what careers to choose from. The right path towards a good future and taking that next step in life. I decided long ago I’m going to leave Dimsdale. I've always hated this place. Nothing good ever came out of here. None that I can remember at least. The only ones that made a difference was my parents and Timmy. But now, I’m having second thoughts. This is probably my last chance talk to him, so I tried one more time. I left him a card instead of a note. Congratulating on his graduation and telling him to meet me at the merry go round to say our goodbyes. It’s funny how things around here change so suddenly and at the same time it doesn't.
After summer, I went to an University in Iowa to study for my Library Science degree. Books has always been a big part of my life. Throughout most of my childhood, I was always lost in a good book. While I was there I got a job at a local bookstore and volunteer at the public library during my free time. The first semester of college flew by quickly and winter break started. I told my parents I wasn't coming home for Christmas this year and said I’ll be back for summer vacation. I lied of course. I promised myself I would never go back. As summer rolled by, I lied again and said I’ll come back for Christmas. A few days later, my parents surprised me with an unexpected visit. They told me how they understand about my situation at home and supported me on it. Made me feel a little bit guilty for lying to them. Few years later I graduated and got my Library Science degree. Became a full time librarian at the public library and a permanent resident in Iowa. Things were moving much better than what I hoped. I gained some new friends, went out on some dates and even got into a relationship. Well almost, but it was still a pleasant time. For the first time I felt happy. That this feeling was created from my own accomplishments. From my own decisions. A feeling I yearned for and depended on. But now I’m smiling because of me.
Seven years later, I’m finally back in Dimsdale. My parents was having financial problems and couldn't fly to Iowa this year. Without hesitation I flew to them instead. Before, I promised myself I would never go back, but now I felt stronger than I was ten years ago. I realized I only hated Dimsdale because of stupid reasons. Sure it was hell, but this is where I grew up. Where most of my memories rest. It’s a week before Thanksgiving. The weather is cool and leaves rained all day. I decided to go for a walk today to visit an old friend. I walked down a familiar path passed the lifeless trees, walking along the dead leaves only to find a metal fence at the end. The fence circled all around the old playground. Swings long gone, slides dismantled, and monkey bars torn down. The only one left standing was the merry go round. I slipped through a small opening and walked over to the remaining structure. I examined the crust rusted bars and read the graffiti covered platform. I was thinking; “You went through hell too, huh? I’m sorry I wasn't here for you..” I grabbed onto a bar and slowly walked around a full circle. Before I knew it, I started to run. I ran faster and faster, encouraging it to spin as fast as it can. I hopped on and held on tight. Eyes closed with a smile on my face. Started to laugh like a child. Wind in my hair. Sickly feeling in my stomach. I loved it. My eyes began to watered as merry go round slowly stopped. I kept smiling and felt my way to the top of the merry go round and sat there like I did long ago. I drew my knees to my head and cried. I remembered so many things here. I remember the time in junior year when Trixie humiliating me in the girls locker room. The time I got a good grade in class I was having trouble with. Times when Vicky comes home for no reason and started problems. My summer vacation, winter, and spring break. Everything I remember ends here on the merry go round. Where no one can bother me. Where I can find peace. This place has always been special to me. It might not be alive, but it never left my side. It was there for me whenever I needed it. For my tears. My smiles. My laughter. My time. Now, it’s here for my last goodbye. Without realizing the merry go round started to spin. I shot my head up and saw someone I never expected to see. He smiled and said, “I thought it was you.” After all these years, Timmy finally showed up here to talk to me. Instead of saying anything, I got off and ran. Never looked back. I guess this place wasn't special with the two of us here...
Fairly Odd Parents belongs to Butch Hartman.
After summer, I went to an University in Iowa to study for my Library Science degree. Books has always been a big part of my life. Throughout most of my childhood, I was always lost in a good book. While I was there I got a job at a local bookstore and volunteer at the public library during my free time. The first semester of college flew by quickly and winter break started. I told my parents I wasn't coming home for Christmas this year and said I’ll be back for summer vacation. I lied of course. I promised myself I would never go back. As summer rolled by, I lied again and said I’ll come back for Christmas. A few days later, my parents surprised me with an unexpected visit. They told me how they understand about my situation at home and supported me on it. Made me feel a little bit guilty for lying to them. Few years later I graduated and got my Library Science degree. Became a full time librarian at the public library and a permanent resident in Iowa. Things were moving much better than what I hoped. I gained some new friends, went out on some dates and even got into a relationship. Well almost, but it was still a pleasant time. For the first time I felt happy. That this feeling was created from my own accomplishments. From my own decisions. A feeling I yearned for and depended on. But now I’m smiling because of me.
Seven years later, I’m finally back in Dimsdale. My parents was having financial problems and couldn't fly to Iowa this year. Without hesitation I flew to them instead. Before, I promised myself I would never go back, but now I felt stronger than I was ten years ago. I realized I only hated Dimsdale because of stupid reasons. Sure it was hell, but this is where I grew up. Where most of my memories rest. It’s a week before Thanksgiving. The weather is cool and leaves rained all day. I decided to go for a walk today to visit an old friend. I walked down a familiar path passed the lifeless trees, walking along the dead leaves only to find a metal fence at the end. The fence circled all around the old playground. Swings long gone, slides dismantled, and monkey bars torn down. The only one left standing was the merry go round. I slipped through a small opening and walked over to the remaining structure. I examined the crust rusted bars and read the graffiti covered platform. I was thinking; “You went through hell too, huh? I’m sorry I wasn't here for you..” I grabbed onto a bar and slowly walked around a full circle. Before I knew it, I started to run. I ran faster and faster, encouraging it to spin as fast as it can. I hopped on and held on tight. Eyes closed with a smile on my face. Started to laugh like a child. Wind in my hair. Sickly feeling in my stomach. I loved it. My eyes began to watered as merry go round slowly stopped. I kept smiling and felt my way to the top of the merry go round and sat there like I did long ago. I drew my knees to my head and cried. I remembered so many things here. I remember the time in junior year when Trixie humiliating me in the girls locker room. The time I got a good grade in class I was having trouble with. Times when Vicky comes home for no reason and started problems. My summer vacation, winter, and spring break. Everything I remember ends here on the merry go round. Where no one can bother me. Where I can find peace. This place has always been special to me. It might not be alive, but it never left my side. It was there for me whenever I needed it. For my tears. My smiles. My laughter. My time. Now, it’s here for my last goodbye. Without realizing the merry go round started to spin. I shot my head up and saw someone I never expected to see. He smiled and said, “I thought it was you.” After all these years, Timmy finally showed up here to talk to me. Instead of saying anything, I got off and ran. Never looked back. I guess this place wasn't special with the two of us here...
Fairly Odd Parents belongs to Butch Hartman.
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Brava! It tugs at the heartstrings