The first thought I remember of me is swinging in my backyard with my brother and my best friend at the time, and us talking about the newest fads and games. This is something that stands out to me, because it was probably one of the happiest times I had as a kid. Was I really that simple of a kid, or was it because I felt like I belonged? Either way, it makes me think back even more to when I was an early teen, and the times I spent with some of the closest friends I have to this day. This is a monument in my brain. It’s the foundation that I have built myself upon since being able to grasp my own emotions and feelings.
One of the more disturbing memories was when I was 13, I had a mis-judgment of character. I substituted my best friends for people that I thought were right. Biggest mistake of my life. I’m lucky to have not of lost those people, for I still love them to this day. You could call it an eye opener of sorts, knowing that all the people you knew years ago still care about you and remember who you always have been, even when you make those mistakes. I don’t think I’m wise, or smart. I’ve just been surrounded by all the right people. Everyone I’ve ever had an ounce of care for, I still have it. Because at some point, the obviously deserved it.
I’m 19 now, and one more year I can say I’m not a teenager. Not a big step by any means, but it still kind of sweeps you off your feet a little knowing you were a teenager “back then”.
