Category: Friends – Spirit

I do not like walking sticks but I love sticks. I like sticks for wacking rocks. I would find a nice curved stick that would barely touch the ground and hit rocks like golf balls while I walked. A stick with easy bark to rip off was a great way to pass time. Once all the bark except the handle was off it would look like a sword. As I listened to lord of the rings, I would twirl it for hours pretending to be one of the fellowship. Sometimes a big stick would resemble Gandalfs staff and a little stick would be one of the hobbits knives. I did not like to use a stick to walk with because it would make me walk unevenly and eventually cause a limp. I think that using my stick caused my limp to get worse and worse. I would go through maybe two sticks a day once I stopped walking with them and only wacking. Picking up rocks in the hospital route on the primitivo and hitting them over the steep mountain sides was a fantastic experience. I was tired and thinking about something that made me anxious. It was a great way to release some of the pent up energy.