Growing Pains.

Its like a routine, sequencial. I fall, my legs ache, I grow.

Strange to think of it like that, but simply that is what happens to me. Always has, since I was in Primary School. I'd be out on the playground, and I'd fall. I'd get home that night and be awakened by an aching pain in my legs. Then a few days later, my parents would tell me how I've grown. Scary.

Back to today. I'm blogging to complain and moan, basically. I fell up the stairs, sent my food flying. I composed myself and continued to my bedroom. Scraped knees and dirty food. What a mess.