Blog entry#3:pretty means be cautious.

Stepping out of their light with a mission, with a purpose made this chaotic place feel more controlled more clear so many people so many teachers I couldn’t wait to learn from. As I stepped into another spot light to meet another person I wandered what I would learn from them.

The rose that grew a thorn bush.

1. Nhoj wasn’t a mischievous child he was simply a child he was learning, Nhoj listened when he told. “growing boys mustn’t spend all their days cooped up in the house.” Mother often told him “such a beautiful day go out to the garden and play.” She’d say.
   
2. The garden filled with sticks which Nhoj always saw as more than just sticks sometimes they’d be guns, sometimes swords, sometimes they’d be drum sticks. The garden filled with large rocks which Nhoj always saw as more than just large rocks sometimes they’d be cliffs edge where the great warrior would gaze upon after fighting for his life with his blood stained sword, sometimes they’d be the building where the sniper would take aim, sometimes they’d be the drums the drummer hit as if he was going to die if he didn’t cause all the drummer ever knew was rock’n’roll.
   
3. Nhoj loved the graden he’d often imagine other people in there with him cause he was an only child but on this day Nhoj wouldn’t have to do so cause he had met Rose. 
   
4. Nhoj and rose began to play. Rose became the opponent the warrior had slain in battle, Rose became the target to the sniper’s shots and Rose became the band that lost the battle of the bands. Nhoj’s style of play brought the delicate Rose harm.
   
5. Rose wanted to feel safe and protected from the harm so Rose grew a thorn bush in an attempt to keep the harm away and when Nhoj tried to get close he was met with stab which brought Nhoj to tiers and gave him a scar that never quite healed 
   
6. Nhoj and Rose did not play together ever again.