M is angry with me. We were walking and I left the path to chase – what turned out to be – a falling pinecone. M got really mad, she told me I was stupid and words like that, because I left the path when I should had stayed with her. I had to walk on a leash, the rest of the way. That was boring. We were walking high up in the mountains, on top of these rocks:
M told me I could have fallen of the rocks, that is why she was so mad. Me, falling of the rocks, ha! Of course that would never happen to me. I would stop in time or, even better: just jump to the ground. Although they look very high, from this side… Uhm, maybe M is right and I would have fallen. If I’m frank, I don’t think I could jump from such a height… Oh dear, that is a depressing thought. Is this part of growing up, getting to know one’s limitations? I hope not, I don’t like it.