I Remember Becoming Me

I remember blowing bubbles then falling to scrape my little hands at day care.

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.

:)