No. 284 Doing a Rotor Set on the Street

It was a sunny afternoon, and I found myself playing alone right in the middle of the sidewalk. I was hopping around and spinning in circles in a pretty embarrassing pose—I couldn’t help but wonder what on earth I was doing. Every time a passing cyclist rang their bell, my heart would race, thinking someone might be watching me. But no one stopped, and no one even seemed to notice. That indifference actually felt nice, and I grew bolder and bolder. I’d stop to play shadow tag or skip along the white line. If someone saw me, it would be over, but knowing no one was watching made it impossible to stop. This sense of freedom—something I can’t experience at home—is addictive. If you happen to pass by, I’d appreciate it if you could pretend you didn’t see me. To those of you who watched until the end, please give me a secret “like.” ’tStop