Sheila was the name I gave to my last bruise. She laid at an area right above my right hand, a battle scar from the last color guard practice I had in high school. That day I learned how to toss a rifle two feet beyond my head and catch it; hence the reason why Sheila existed, a result of keeping that rifle from touching the ground. Over the past four years, my bruises were my greatest treasures, a symbol of why I continued to live my life through color guard.
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Posted on October 16, 2009 at 2:52am — 2 Comments