Last night, I was thinking about what I want to do before I die. All sorts of crazy things came to mind: Scooba diving in Australia, bungee jumping, roadtrips with my future children, drive a Ferrari F40 (red, of course)(childhood dream); all things that won’t happen within a reasonable time frame.
Then I remembered.
When I was a kid, I tried building an igloo. It took forever and I never finished.
In other words, one of the things I want to do before I die is to gather friends and build that godforsaken igloo.
Building an igloo – have you ever tried that? Any pro tips?
P.S. Typical me realising such thing now the snow’s gone…
As it may have come across in my other letters, I’m quite a kid. I try my best to keep in touch with my inner child by sticking to some of my childish convictions. Not that I throw a tantrum whenever we go grocery shopping and I can’t have chocolate (not that often anyway).
But after rain has fallen when the worms comes up from the earth and get toasted from the now shining sun, I can’t help but to help them. I have to help them across the pavement, back onto the grass.
It’s been a rainy summer here in Denmark, so this task was more or less impossible. But the snails, oh my God; the snails. To avoid crushing their houses and taking their lives, I jump around and do a little dance that if I weren’t wearing a hoodie would look like I was doing some African tribal dance.
I imagine them saying “thank-you for your troubles” for each jump, and always wonder why I seem to be the only one bothering? Am I?
PS. Happy World Smile Day! Do an act of kindness. Help one person smile!