Boring and More Boring!

For many, the weekends represent going to the movies, out to dinner, and to the mall. Such was not the case for me. For most of my childhood, weekends-I should say Saturdays were extremely boring. Thank God that I went to church on Sundays. And I must share that my family and I spent almost the entire day at church. Without our church, weekends would have been almost unbearable. 
It is another Saturday, and I am again bored. I open one eye and then the other. I glance around my shared bedroom void of any semblance of décor. I then decide to close both eyes again. I think no need to get out of bed. Getting out of bed would mean that I would need to do chores and afterward be more bored than ever. We have the same old foods as always and our cupboards are mostly bare. This fact makes me realize that I will not be able to entertain myself (like many) with snacking out. With my eyes closed in hopes of going back to sleep, I lie in bed and use my imagination to travel far away from the Florida Housing Projects. 
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