“K” is for Knock About
I live in a small apartment on a medium block, in a large suburb of a big city in a huge province in the humongous country of Canada. I go to a big school, with medium hallways and small rooms. I have a small desk in a medium aisle and face a big blackboard. Our teacher is a loud voiced man, with a big desk and a small computer that stores all of our assignments.
Our class is studying the world right now. We have watched movies and clips and slide shows. We have opened and closed more books than I think I will ever do for the rest of my life! If there is one thing I have learned, it is that I want to knock about the world.
I haven’t told my mother yet, I think that she would cry. I haven’t told my father yet, he wants me to become a politician. I haven’t told my brother yet, he would just laugh in my face and punch me in the arm. (I hate that!) So I think I will just keep it to myself until I pack my bags.
I think I’ll start with Scotland. I’ll raise sheep for a while and help with the harvest. When the fog gets too thick, I’ll knock about the Netherlands. When I’ve helped ship the last of the flower bulbs, I know my mom will buy, I’ll pack my bags for Japan. I’ll help rebuild houses that were knocked down from disasters. When the blisters on my hands are too bad, I’ll stop for a while and go to Africa.
I think that I will stay here to help dig water wells. We’d use the oxen and turnstile to help penetrate the earth. Once the water flowed for many villages, I would have to move along. There is stuff to do in South America. The mountain peaks are filled with snow and travel would be hard. The friends I would make would offer their burros to help carry the supplies I need. Medicines and flowers and hebs, warm clothing too. I could help them get through the winter, because I know winters!
I’d start anew the next year and knock about China, then on to the mountains of Afghanistan and the valleys of India. There are so places I have to go; Sweden, Iceland and Spain, Dominca, Portugal and the Ukraine. My head is spinning, so now I will stop.
For now, I am me, just knocking about my little apartment, on this medium block of this large suburb of the big city in the huge province in Canada. However…my bags are packed!
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