Oh I can not stop it. I should not do it, I know. This is a blog of a serious company Mindful Adventure. Don’t do it………. Don’t Alina…….
He flaps, what we’re gonna do?
I don’t know, what do you want?
I got it….let’s play over this side of the gum
I have always liked a little action, a little swing scene or what?
I don’t know…
oh don’t start that again!
Or how about this one!
Now I’m the king of the swingers
Oh, the jungle VIP
I’ve reached the top and had to stop
And that’s what botherin’ me
I wanna be a man, mancub
And stroll right into town
And be just like the other men
I’m tired of monkeyin’ around!
We were walking at Damstreet, my little hand in her hand. The city felt like a very desirable adventure, as if life had only left its exciting scents there behind. Here I wanted to come home when I would be older. How could I know that home was not a place. We walked around the Munt and turned left, my big sis and I. And moments later my feet sank away in the deep-pile carpets from Tuschinsky. I got so happy looking at swinging posters of King Monkey and Baloo the bear at the colourful walls. With a fresh waffle in my hand, we entered the dark room. So awesome. Every time I came to stay, my sister read by patiently the whole movie agenda. As if she didn’t know where we were going to end up anyway; Disneys Junglebook irrevocably. I was in love with that movie, so in love. Finally the moment came Junglebook could no longer be found in the paper. In despair I ran across the Haarlemmerstreet, my small hand in her hand. In the Movies they showed The Aristocats. …..Also nice!
I am sorry. I could not resist. A few days ago I saw the new trailer of Disney’s Junglebook. So awesome. I had to share this with you. On 15th of April I will be the first at Tuschinsky I hope. Coming sis?