Ride That Pony

Ride that pony. It will haunt me for the rest of my life. Chase me through my dreams. I can still hear them chanting it, “Ride, ride, ride that pony. Get up and ride that big fat pony!” The kids love this game and they sing it all the time. They also love chicka chicka boom boom.

Tomorrow is our last day with the kids and I can already tell that I’m going to cry. I can’t because I don’t want to break in front of Rohit. I have finally earned his respect and he offered his hand for me to shake. I think they see me as one of their own. I successfully blend in with the Indian children. Some disagree but they are just jealous.

I don’t know what else to write about but Evan told me to write from the heart and this is what I’m writing. Hopefully I can make it through customs with my plants and swords.

Easton Ballard