I am not a proponent of spring. I'll admit it. It is one of those things that make me not like other people I am around.
Like the fact that I don't want to have children of my own.
Or the fact that I hate Pot Roast.
I have covered these areas before. This just goes onto a long list of issues that make me Who. I. Am. You, my three readers, will need to deal with it.
Why am I not a proponent of spring? Because somewhere in my 30s I began to develop spring-time allergies. I never had these as a child. There was never an issue of not playing outside in the yard. Heck! I played outside in the woods!! There was a great thicket behind my house when I was growing up. There were well-worn bike trails and a small cut-out cave that had been created by children before me. It was a wonderful place to play.
My little brother and I would play outside all day/night long. There was no cable television. With the exception of Laugh-In, Carol Burnett or the Smothers Brothers, there wasn't much to watch on television.
Oh wait. There was Dark Shadows... but it was a 30 minute show, so it doesn't really count.
We played outside. We played in the woods. We played in the back yard. We rode our bikes to the top of the hill on our cul-de-sac (which we called a Dead End... because no one heard of a cul-de-sac back in the day) and we RACED our bikes down the hill as fast as we could and SLAMMED on the brakes to see who could leave a longer tire track.
We wiped out a lot too. Our driveway was gravel. There were plenty of boo-boos to be fussed over when we were growing up.
All that to say... I never came into the house with sneezing fits or teary eyes or a runny nose.
But now... now the first sign of spring bursts forth and I cannot see through the tears or stop sneezing. My head truly wishes to explode - I know, because it tells me All. Day. Long.
What has happened? If any of you have any insight to this... please fill me in.
Otherwise, I will simply return back to my American History homework and swallow another Zyrtec D.
Thank you, and good night.