Hi I'm Trisha, as you might be able to guess. I didn't really know what to call my blog. I guess I thought of a shoebox because it's kind of cozy. Well, it could be cozy anyway if you were four inches tall. I also think a shoebox is a good place to stuff ideas, maybe. I'll probably end up changing the name eventually.
If I were four inches tall I could dance in a shoebox. I love to dance. But then again, you don’t need to be four inches tall or in a shoebox to dance. I could put furniture in the shoebox and my parent’s and brother whom I love dearly could live with me. I’d get sad though, because the shoebox has cardboard walls so I’d never see nature or the world for that matter. Maybe it would be better if I were eight inches tall. Then I could look over the side of the wall and see the world and people could come and talk to me like how some neighbors do over picket fences.
I’d rather not live in a shoebox. Then, I could get some rubber bands and make an instrument out of the shoebox. The shoebox could make music. But now, outside of the shoebox, I’d have to live by my morals and stress on myself what is right and wrong. It’s much easier to do living in a shoebox. Living in the world is more morally challenging, but it’s a good challenge. I guess shoeboxes are best for stuffing ideas into, and for holding shoes.
This was and interesting introduction, I had a nice time writing though.
