when i was young the first place i ever told my mother i wanted to go to was iceland. I had the most intolerable horrible temper when it came to hot and horrible weather [my temper was just as bad as the weather!] and just could not squeeze out a smile or pose happily [or pretend to be just for 2 seconds either] for a photograph or during outing if it was a hot day and so it happened on a hot day like this-

my classmates had all bragged about their fantastic holidays to goodnessknowswhere and australia [it's like the cool place to have gone to and brag about to your classmates if you're a primary school student you know-] during the week and then the weekend came and i was at home and it was hot and humid and i was so irritated and i told my mother

i want to go to iceland-

and she asked why and then i said

'because they have lots of ice there'

well, look what happened to my childhood dream.

up in volcanic ashes.