The Runner
If we were to run away, we would first start at the Grand
Canyon.
You once told me how you wanted to go camping and I’ve never
forgotten that because you said that the same day you told me you loved me for
the first time.
I mean, if we’re going to go camping, let’s at least go somewhere with a nice view.
Our second destination would be California; we’d get lost in
a crowd of stars in Hollywood, walk on all sorts of beaches, visit the San
Diego Zoo, and eventually make our way up to Yosemite where we would carve our
initials into a large, beautiful oak tree that has been around longer than we
can count on all of our toes and fingers.
The third place we’d run off to would be Vegas. We’d sneak
into casinos and win money. How else are we going to pay for our trip? Then
we’d find a small chapel to elope at. Virginity is a sacred thing that should
be saved for marriage and I want to make love to you every night until death do
us part.
We’d go skiing in the bitter cold winters of Colorado.
We’d snap a photo of ourselves in front of South Dakota’s
famous mountain, Mount Rushmore.
We’d go to a rodeo in Texas.
We’d take a photo of ourselves next to the Gateway Arch in
St. Louis.
We’d eat peaches in Georgia.
We’d visit Washington D.C. and see our nation’s capital for
the first time.
We’d party with Snooki at the Jersey Shore.
We’d pour maple syrup over everything we eat in Vermont.
We’d chow down on some lobster in Maine.
For our final destination we’d go to New York; we would visit
the Statue of Liberty, go to the exact location in Times Square where a nurse
and sailor’s first kiss became a famous photo, we would take a stroll in
Central Park, and lastly, we would visit the World Trade Center, where too many
American citizens lost their lives and too many firemen died trying to save
them. It’s sad to say that a tragic day like that is what brought us together
as a country…no matter what political party we supported.
-Alexandria
Rizik
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
