My Perfect Day

    One, I would wake up at five in the morning (No, I am not crazy). Rested, relaxed, and most certainly NOT stressed. I'd run around the neighborhood a bit with my older brother. Up by where the trees get thicker and thicker and where the houses are surrounded by their own forests. Then I would drive up to the hike that is about five minutes away, and hike it with a close friend, to the lookout point that looks out on everything. For breakfast we would have homemade sourdough waffles with fresh blackberries and blueberry syrup. Don't forget the hash browns and the scrambled eggs! We'd have to bring blankets, for this day would be towards the beginning-middle of March when there is still a ton of snow at higher elevations, but none at my house.
    After going home and freshening up, I would sit down and write under the covers. I would get up and play my violin to my heart's content. That is, until we had to leave to go skiing with my brothers and dad. Skiing for as long as we can, we'd be back home before dark. We'd play soccer and basketball in the backyard for a while, watching the sun go down. After realizing that we were extremely hungry, we would go help mom in the kitchen just talking (No fighting please!!). While dinner was cooking (as long as it isn't ice cream or chillie/cheese sandwiches, I'm good!), we'd sing hymns and other songs in the living room with my mom playing the piano and my younger brother attempting to play a couple of his own and doing his best. We'd sing dinner and clean up. We would sing Lizzie to bed, and I'd drive to the cabin my cousins usually rent around this time to be with my best friend/cousin. We'd talk and catch up, watch movies, eat ice cream, and dance around the room crazily to fun music and make up stories to go along with the songs.