i spent most of july at dad's. he gave me some pictures to give to mom, but i took these two out of the pile because i like them. i think i'll keep them and put them in this book instead:
things are a little different at dad's because there aren't mean kids that want to hurt me, like there are at mom's. there aren't any kids on this street at all, it's mostly really old people. so, i spend more time outside and less time inside. one thing i like to do is ride my bicycle around the block over and over again. i can ride down violet street, and then down poulin avenue and then down howe street and then down britannia road and then up violet street, again. sometimes, i sneak off on to the bike path and drive all around, like up near the pier, but i'm not actually allowed, so don't tell on me. dad likes this neighbourhood because he grew up a few blocks away, on ritchie street. sometimes, he drives me around in his car and shows me where he used to go when he was a kid.
i actually got into a bit of a fight at mom's right before i went to dad's. mom says i have to play outside sometimes, even if i don't want to. so, i went to the park by the tennis courts and there were some kids there playing marbles. now, i don't have any marbles, so they said i was a loser. that didn't really bother me, because i thought it was silly. but, i proposed that if they really want to play marbles then they should lend me one. so, i played them at marbles and won some of the big shiny ones. then, one of the fat kids punched me in the eye because he was mad that he lost his favourite marble. i gave him his stupid marble back, anyways.
when dad came to get me, he saw the big bruise on my eye and i told him what happened. now, i go to karate every week. dad said it'll help me fight the mean kids, but i'd rather just stay away from them than fight them. the karate teacher says i should never start a fight, and i think that's a good idea. but, i agree that it's probably good that i can defend myself if the mean kids ever get even more mean.
now that i'm back at mom's, i'd rather mostly stay inside, but i'm not allowed, i have to go out and play sometimes, whether i like it or not. nana gave me some science fiction books by somebody named isaac asimov, so i'm going to start taking a look at those. maybe i'll write a little about it in this notepad.
