how would you feel if...

if you were starving to death in a room full of food you weren't allowed to eat?
if you had been walking for days nonstop pushing a wheelchair you weren't allowed to sit on?
if you were in a room of your most favorite things, but you weren't allowed to play with them?
if you were in a room full of anesthetic during surgery, but you weren't allowed to use any?


these are all examples of how i feel on lovely, spring days such as these. you see, i live in an unnaturally small neighborhood where EVERY resident is over 35 (besides their children of course, which are all no older than 5). it's like hell. i can't go on adventures, i can't ride my bike around, and i can't be loud. and even if i could do any of these, there is nobody here to enjoy them with.
this one time, some of our snooty neighbors were walking around the neighborhood (it was a nice summer day) and they came up to our door and rang the bell. my mom answered the door to see them with a worried look in their expression. they immediately said: "Did you know your son is outside??" (Alex used to go outside by himself and play in our yard.) My mom replied, expecting him to be running around in the streets and in other people's yards,"Oh i'm so sorry! I'll get him inside." After they left, my mom began searching around, to find out that he had only been playing in our fenced in courtyard minding his own business.

so when all of my friends are playing outside together, enjoying this beautiful day, i'm cooped up inside this stupid old house. I cant wait to move.