{"id":27289,"date":"2016-08-14T04:45:32","date_gmt":"2016-08-14T08:45:32","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=27289"},"modified":"2016-08-14T04:48:53","modified_gmt":"2016-08-14T08:48:53","slug":"it-was-normal-to-me","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/it-was-normal-to-me\/","title":{"rendered":"It was normal to me"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>It was scorching hot<\/p>\n<p>and it was mid summer<\/p>\n<p>Mama and Papa had gone to the relatives<\/p>\n<p>Leaving me under the care of Chris and Kirk.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Kirk was looking at his left<\/p>\n<p>Not eyeing me<\/p>\n<p>But he&#8217;s eyeing the hawker<\/p>\n<p>who was selling ice-cream<\/p>\n<p>at the side road<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I kept pestering him about the graffiti on the wall<\/p>\n<p>how I would love to add<\/p>\n<p>green, pink and orange<\/p>\n<p>on the male Asian Black Bear of his<\/p>\n<p>He just glared at me<\/p>\n<p>and sticking his tongue out<\/p>\n<p>trying to show his annoyance<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I skidded one,two steps<\/p>\n<p>when Chris called from the front<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Stop, it. You&#8217;re gonna get tired&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Kirk and I looked at each other<\/p>\n<p>and giggle were left out<\/p>\n<p>so abruptly<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Where are you headed&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;So hurried<\/p>\n<p>so enthusiast&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I&#8217;m going to find the treasure<\/p>\n<p>no matter what&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;O&#8217; really!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Me and Kirk both answered<\/p>\n<p>almost simultaneously<\/p>\n<p>Chris just shook his head<\/p>\n<p>lightly<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>We are almost there<\/p>\n<p>The pottery plants are starting to show up<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em>&#8216;<\/em><em>20 more steps from here&#8217;<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Chris was thinking of a rag doll to be played with<\/p>\n<p>Kirk was admiring a cold, sweet and alluring milky ice-cream<\/p>\n<p>and I was impatient to seat in the shades, away from the heat.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It was scorching hot and it was mid summer Mama and Papa had gone to the relatives Leaving me under the care of Chris and Kirk. &nbsp; Kirk was looking at his left Not eyeing me But he&#8217;s eyeing the hawker who was selling ice-cream&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":728,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,1136,5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-27289","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-official-marathon-prompts","category-poetry-prompts"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/27289","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/728"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=27289"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/27289\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":27433,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/27289\/revisions\/27433"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=27289"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=27289"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=27289"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}