I remember I stopped drinking apple juice and starting asking for water when I was four. I wouldn't eat spaghetti-o's either.
I remember the taste of soft pretzels when I was with my mother. I wasn't the spoiled little one much longer.
I remember getting my nose in a book just so I could get out of reality.
I was in the forth grade and I remember being forgotten for hours when the test didn't take that long.
In fifth, I remember wanting to kick my teacher. Anxiety is no one's best friend.
I remember beating up a kid named Josh because he was rude to me.
I remember being the scared seventh grader in a new school.
I remember a fist fight and the fear in her eyes whenever I saw her after.
I remember Annie, when she was in seventh grade, I was in ninth. I felt bad I was leaving her but...
I remember crying every night. A little louder than nessisary, hoping my sister would hear. She never did.
I remember finally asking my mom for help. She let me transfer schools.
I remember the belly ache on back to school night for tenth grade.
I remember being nervous to go to Lone Peak instead of Lehi.
I remember I laughed a lot in class.
I remember my group of friends growing larger and larger. But the closest ones grew closer.
I remember I cried less, I laughed more. I hurt less, I loved more.
I remember passion, goldfish, juice boxes, and other memories and inside jokes.
I remember my smile, and I remember it well. Maybe it isn't a memory after all.
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