It was such a fun and relaxing weekend, well needed after the tiring midterms..
We went to Simcoe lake yesterday. Had a great time at the beach, finally feeling the summer air! Canoeing was so relaxing and definitly a very good exercise, since i can feel every muscle in my back and arms! Thanks to Saba and Sheida for the great times! i already feel the day is in my memories.. too early for it to be a memory, but i guess i'm back to real Waterlooian life with mind and soul!

I always love watching kids, i mean watching them very closely and relating almost everything they do to myself and in general to adults. I cannot believe i'm one of the adults now, the kid that wrote in her memoires that she would never grew up to be an adult and that she will always read the "daftarche khaateraat" to remember why she hated adults, so that she wouldn't be one of them! too bad, my little notebook is in Iran. I so want to read it now. it better not have been lost!

We were watching the kids playing at the beach, right on the shore, or within the lake at most 2 meters from the sand. There was this little girl who was wearing a life-saving jacket ( i have no idea what they're called in English! i mean jeligheye nejaat) and was floating on a plastic ring.. She was shouting for help non-stop! only if she knew that her rubber ring was on the sand and that she wasn't even in the water. it was only the waves that were touching her, making her feel she was drowning or something! it was just so funny to watch her. all her brothers and sisters (ya it was a large family) were playing around very close to her, and nobody even paid any attention to her, and her calls for help. The greatest help to her would be just to show her the position she was in, so she would know she's not deep into the lake or anything. I guess a lot of times the feeling of misery comes from not knowing what state we're in, and knowing how easy it is to stand up and step into the land. We need someone or some happening to wake us up and shake us so we can get some vision. It's also amazing how kids can become happy so easily. They can spend hours building a sand castle, watch it collopase, and start again, without complaining. They know better that there's no real point in having the castle at the end anyway, the whole enjoyment is in building it. I wish I could still be a kid, happy and careless.. hmm, but then i would never enjoy watching other kids as I do as an adult!

I didn't realize I wrote so much. I hadn't posted anything for a while and now I'm back with this long mumbling! will write better next time! too tired and sore to sit down any longer!