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When I think of my "Cakewalk" I think about many things that were discussed between Crystal and I during our last in class exercise. As she began to explain to me some of the patterns and rhythmus she saw in my Mystory we struck up friendly conversation. I pointed out areas in my Mystory that I particularly liked, or disliked. The conversation just kind of snow balled as we bounced back with idea about well, my life. And then when the conversation switched to her, her life. Looking back, that's a bit awkward topic of conversation to just roll with so freely having just met a person, regardless of the in class assignment. She pointed out that underneath the surface my "sacred place" is my childhood. She was sincere in her thinking that I loved my childhood and am in a place of trying to grow out of it without completely giving it up. She's exactly right, though that isn't at all what I thought I had conveyed in my Mystory. But from a Barbie Jeep, Girl Scouts, dance, and cheerleading, to work, the childhood theme seems to scream at you. Funny, she awakened me to it. And maybe work is this transition for me, this growing out of childhood for good. "Heroes, popular entertainment, and folk," seem vibrant in all these random attributions to my progression out of school days and into adulthood. For example, dance and cheerleading have an obvious connection to entertainment and folk. It could be viewed in many different ways, but the connection is still unmistakable. Performing (entertaining) was my favorite part of dancing and cheering by far. Barbie my hero? Definitely not. But there was probably some moment in my young days when I envied her "style." I would say the hero connection if made at all is made through the Andrea Yates story. The Yates case is full of heroes. Her husband, who lives through this incredibly detrimental trial, and the Houstonians who stood up to help the grief stricken family. Finally, I think it's important to note my "Cakewalk" isn't over. At the age of twenty I haven't yet experienced all of my, "documents and scenes generated through my memory work and research." All of this is represented in my map above. My Blueline traces the outline of an hour glass. With an hour glass representative of life you can't just turn it over and "restart." When you run out of sand, you have reached the end and there is no turning back, just as I can't go back to my childhood. My younger days are slowly turning into just a memory; sand in a bottle viewed only from the outside.

 

 

 

 

 

Kenney Chesney's Don't Blink Lyrics

I turned on the evening news

Saw a old man being interviewed

Turning a hundred and two today

Asked him what's the secret to life

He looked up from his old pipe

Laughed and said "All I can say is."

Don't blink

Just like that you're six years old and you're taking naps and you

Wake up and you're twenty-five and your high school sweetheart becomes your wife

Don't blink

You just might miss your babies growing like mine did

Turning into moms and dads next thing you know your better half

Of fifty years is there in bed

And you're praying God takes you instead

Trust me friend a hundred years goes faster than you think

So don't blink

I was glued to my tv and it looked like he looked at me and said

"Best start putting first things first."

Cause when your hourglass runs out of sand

You can't flip over and start again

Take every breathe God gives you for what it's worth

Don't Blink

Just like that you're six years old and you're taking naps and you

Wake up and you're twenty-five and your high school sweetheart becomes your wife

Don't blink

You just might miss your babies growing like mine did

Turning into moms and dads next thing you know your better half

Of fifty years is there in bed

And you're praying God takes you instead

Trust me friend a hundred years goes faster than you think

So don't blink

I've been tryna slow it down

I've been tryna take it in

In this here today gone tomorrow world we're livin' in

Don't blink

Just like that you're six years old and you're taking naps and you

Wake up and you're twenty-five and your high school sweetheart becomes your wife

Don't blink

You just might miss your babies growing like mine did

Turning into moms and dads next thing you know your better half

Of fifty years is there in bed

And you're praying God takes you instead

Trust me friend a hundred years goes faster you think

Don't blink

Naw, don't blink