Monday, January 11, 2016

reason behind it

Paris... wow what an experience. Thanks for letting me visit for awhile... and for witnessing some pretty bizarre things.. I don't really know what to say other than you truly do know how to help someone find themselves. 
Even though I may not have been the best resident, 
I had my moments. 
And aren't those moments the reason we visit?

Sunday, January 3, 2016

Road trips and fishing and presents under the tree

I remember long drives home from nana and papa's
I remember fake sleeping when we got home just so my dad would carry me up to bed.
I remember the grunt that he would make as he picked me up.

I remember the day he stopped picking me up and waking me up instead
 "You're too big, you need to walk upstairs by yourself."

Now I'm 18. and back then all i wanted to do was grow up. but now as its happening all i want to do is be back in my dad's arm's. I don't want to be too big to walk upstairs.

I don't want to remember the good times.
 I want to relive them.

 I want to go back to when the saddest I ever got was when my mom said i couldn't have a sleepover with my cousins. I want to go back to when the only thing that mattered was who i was gonna play with after school and what we would do.

I remember coming back into Mrs. Hutchingson's class in second grade in the winter.
 and my socks were wet..... so my feet started to itch.
 but I didn't know how to itch them without being "that kid" that takes his shoes off in class...
 so i just dealt with it.

3rd grade. Nobody beat me in multiplication match. and I mean NO ONE. 
Then Mycol Uibel beat me... biggest upset of the year. the class gasped and I cried.
But that wouldn't be the only time that I would lose... greatest upset of the year... and the crowd would gasp and I would cry.

6th grade. I went to 7 peaks with my cousins. we all wanted to ride on the tube down shot-gun falls. They said biggest in the front. My cousins said "Ty you're up there, you're the fattest. First time I felt self-consious.

I remember finding out santa wasn't real. I acted like I already knew. but i was devastated.

I remember the first time I felt completely comfortable outside of home. Thanks Stos

I'll remember writing this. I always will.

I'll remember high school forever. the good. the bad. class of 2016... the best I could've asked for