more than half of soccer period i was trying to execute the perfect cartwheel after seeing my friend ying do it.
can you believe i was at first afraid of doing it?
me, donna, who is not afraid to bungee jump, riding 4 consecutive anchors away, who doesn't fear the r360, was afraid of a teeny weeny cartwheel?
send in the clowns...hahahah.
it took me about some lame attemps of crouching, rolling on my back, thousands of persuasions from my friends, before finally to really roll down the field...
falling is a better description perhaps...
so i rolled, and fell flat on my butt.
which basically what happened the whole afternoon, reliving my child-like innocence and not caring if the grass was wet, my butt was sore, and there was people watching.
all i cared about was doing cartwheels...
and seeing him and smiling...
forget anmath...
there are better things in life to care about than stupid hyperbolas and elipse that will ruin my life...