We are hugging goodbye for the last time. It is so sad, and I want to cry but I refuse to. I refuse to because he doesn't deserve my tears. This is like a break from chains for me. I will finally feel free from the baggage and drama that I as linked to because of him. I should be happy in this moment almost, but saddened by the the happy memories that I am leaving behind. However the bad outweighed the good. This goodbye is liberating.
***
Summer 2012, the best we had shared together. I worked my butt off waiting tables, but the money and tips were so worth it. He had a landscaping job and also made a lot of money. We weren't right on each other all the time, or seeing each other every day. We gave each other space and saw each other only when we could. This made the time we spent together amazing and so much more worth it. Finally I felt as though we could be perfect, that we were in a good groove and we were headed in a positive direction.
***
January 2012 was a rough patch, but not one we couldn't get through. My problem was that I put too much faith in him and trusted him more than I should. I was always thinking he'd change and not be shady and lie. I was mistaken, but for some reason I wanted to try again. The thought of him being with someone else killed me. I should've known then that that wasn't a good reason for me to give him another chance. I wanted to see if he could prove me and everyone else wrong, I wanted him to change.
***
Freshman year of college. We were so happy yet there was so much that I kept replaying in the back of my mind. I knew he was lying, about a lot of things for that matter. However, I didn't want to believe it. I wanted us to be good. He treated me so well, but he still lied and we still fought. I was confused and he took advantage of my trust. I didn't know it at the time, even though I thought it may be true I refused to believe that he could be so snake-like. I continued to push away the unhappy thoughts of what happened in the past and pushed forward and tried to be happy with him. I needed to prove everyone wrong and she he was a different person. I should have thought more about myself.
***
It was senior year of high school. I strayed away from my usual group of girlfriends friends. I made new friends with two girls that were a little more crazy and fun. I started talking to this new boy. I wanted him so bad even though it was so wrong. He had dated one of my friends before and I knew he still talked to her yet I couldn't help myself. He was the first guy to give me so much attention and I loved it. I thought my year was going to be awesome with my new friends and this boy, but instead it back fired. He asked me to be his girlfriend and we started dating, but along with this new relationship came a loss of friendship with all my old friends because I had betrayed one of them. At the time it seemed worth it in my crazy teenage mind but but none of it was. My year got worse before it got better, and even when it got better I still could not forget the worst.
***
I wish I had known then what I know now.
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Theme Week 9
Running around the yard in our matching bathing suits, yelling and screaming. Our high pitched voices echo down the road toward the neighbor's house. The Crazy-Daizy whipping wildly as he water sprayed all over and we tried to dodge it. We were six and loving every minute of our care free lives. Her and I got along so well, we had our little meaningless fights, but we were inseparable.
***
We are nine now. We have different friends. She is a "Miss Priss" as we would call her and hung with all the girls in our grade. I was a Tom-boy, hung with all the boys, and played football at recess. I was jealous sometimes that she was better friends with all the girls, but I pretended I wasn't so she could have her own friends and I could have mine. I didn't want to be the same in everything. I was an individual. We were still the same, we didn't hate each other but we were finding our different personalities.
***
My parents say we're moving somewhere else. We'd be leaving the house we grew up in, where we made countless memories for a new town to make new friends and new memories. I didn't know how to feel at the time, but I chose excited. My mom sat in between our two twin beds, helping us wrap fragile objects and pack up the small things as she comforted us and got rid of any inkling of doubt we had. She told us Dad got a new job opportunity, this was a our "family adventure" she said.
***
I step out of the car, looking through these ridiculous things on my face. The ground seems uneven and strecthed out, I can't walk straight. I'm 12 and I just got my first pair of glasses. Mom took my sister and I right to school after we'd gotten them so we had no time to test them out. I felt like a geek, like most twelve year old's would. I couldn't believe I had just moved to a new school which was hard enough, now I had to wear glasses everyday. It was horrible but I sure as heck didn't want to wear them.
***
I'm 13 now. We're in the 8th grade at the middle school. My dad always liked to tell us we were big fish in a little pond now. We'd finally had made some good friends, we were a pretty tight group. I started playing basketball, soccer, and softball through the school. I was in band, because back then it didn't make you uncool to play the flute. I got mostly A's and I tried to be as involved in the school as aI could be. My sister was the same way so we kind of had a little friendly competition. This was also the year we both picked up a little attitude but we were teenagers. My parents were very proud regardless and a little sass wasn't going to stop that.
***
I'm 18 years old. A fresh tattoo on my foot, walking into marching practice five minutes late with my best friend and my sister. Needless to say, my grades and my time management skills weren't exactly the same as they were in middle school. I was full of life experiences, new friends, a new boy, and I was going off to a new school. I couldn't wait to move to a new place and be somewhat "on my own". I was especially happy because my sister decided to go to the same school, it was comforting for me knowing she'd be there. We'd had our rough times but she was still my twin sis and my rock. Neither of us cared that we were doing similar things, it was just exciting to be living on our own and making our own decisions. Our parent's weren't going to be there every single day, but that was fine because we had each other.
***
We are nine now. We have different friends. She is a "Miss Priss" as we would call her and hung with all the girls in our grade. I was a Tom-boy, hung with all the boys, and played football at recess. I was jealous sometimes that she was better friends with all the girls, but I pretended I wasn't so she could have her own friends and I could have mine. I didn't want to be the same in everything. I was an individual. We were still the same, we didn't hate each other but we were finding our different personalities.
***
My parents say we're moving somewhere else. We'd be leaving the house we grew up in, where we made countless memories for a new town to make new friends and new memories. I didn't know how to feel at the time, but I chose excited. My mom sat in between our two twin beds, helping us wrap fragile objects and pack up the small things as she comforted us and got rid of any inkling of doubt we had. She told us Dad got a new job opportunity, this was a our "family adventure" she said.
***
I step out of the car, looking through these ridiculous things on my face. The ground seems uneven and strecthed out, I can't walk straight. I'm 12 and I just got my first pair of glasses. Mom took my sister and I right to school after we'd gotten them so we had no time to test them out. I felt like a geek, like most twelve year old's would. I couldn't believe I had just moved to a new school which was hard enough, now I had to wear glasses everyday. It was horrible but I sure as heck didn't want to wear them.
***
I'm 13 now. We're in the 8th grade at the middle school. My dad always liked to tell us we were big fish in a little pond now. We'd finally had made some good friends, we were a pretty tight group. I started playing basketball, soccer, and softball through the school. I was in band, because back then it didn't make you uncool to play the flute. I got mostly A's and I tried to be as involved in the school as aI could be. My sister was the same way so we kind of had a little friendly competition. This was also the year we both picked up a little attitude but we were teenagers. My parents were very proud regardless and a little sass wasn't going to stop that.
***
I'm 18 years old. A fresh tattoo on my foot, walking into marching practice five minutes late with my best friend and my sister. Needless to say, my grades and my time management skills weren't exactly the same as they were in middle school. I was full of life experiences, new friends, a new boy, and I was going off to a new school. I couldn't wait to move to a new place and be somewhat "on my own". I was especially happy because my sister decided to go to the same school, it was comforting for me knowing she'd be there. We'd had our rough times but she was still my twin sis and my rock. Neither of us cared that we were doing similar things, it was just exciting to be living on our own and making our own decisions. Our parent's weren't going to be there every single day, but that was fine because we had each other.
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
week 9 Prompt 41
She walks into the gymnasium, but it doesn't look the same. This time it is different; it is different because she is graduating today. The gym is filled to the brim with people on either side, the people are sitting on each others laps in the bleachers and the temperature has to be at least 100 degrees. Today she's not going to gym class, or going to play in one of her basketball games. She is looking a the room and the school in a different light, with a different state of mind now that she is moving on.
She and the classmates around her round the corner of the bleachers preparing to take their seats to listen to the countless speeches and awards that await them. After that time had passed, the diploma's were to be passed out. She waited for her rows que to get up and start walking up towards the make-shift stage in the middle of the gym. There she was, a 18 years old sweet heart with big dreams of college and a life of her own. She's already accomplished so much, yet there is so much more she hadn't experienced yet. As she marches to the beat up to her mark at the edge of the gym floor, the crowd in front and behind her cheering for her classmates in line in front of her that walk up on stage to receive their diploma. Each person makes their way up the three steps to the stage. They shake 2 or 3 hands, maybe get a hug and then its the big moment they have been waiting for since their first day of school. She and every other student anticipating that one special moment where they are handed their diploma symbolizing their hard work in high school paying off. Afterward they motioned to turn to the man holding the camera standing on the side of the stage, and shake the hand of the principle who most have probably never ever spoken to. As they exchange congratulations and thank yous she can her the hooting and cheering from her friends and family. While she walks down the steps on the other side of the stage, diploma in hand she looks up into the crowd to find her family to see their smiling happy faces. This is such a big moment in her life and so many people were there celebrating her accomplishment. The person she was, the person she's become, and the person she will be in the future are all lingering before her. In this moment she knows exactly who she is, what she likes and doesn't, what she's skilled at and all of her success' and failures; she's set goals for herself. Her experiences flash in her mind as she looks back on her 18 short years, and looks forward to what she'll do with the years ahead. She waves to her family and loops back around the back of the stage and marches in time back to her seat.
She and the classmates around her round the corner of the bleachers preparing to take their seats to listen to the countless speeches and awards that await them. After that time had passed, the diploma's were to be passed out. She waited for her rows que to get up and start walking up towards the make-shift stage in the middle of the gym. There she was, a 18 years old sweet heart with big dreams of college and a life of her own. She's already accomplished so much, yet there is so much more she hadn't experienced yet. As she marches to the beat up to her mark at the edge of the gym floor, the crowd in front and behind her cheering for her classmates in line in front of her that walk up on stage to receive their diploma. Each person makes their way up the three steps to the stage. They shake 2 or 3 hands, maybe get a hug and then its the big moment they have been waiting for since their first day of school. She and every other student anticipating that one special moment where they are handed their diploma symbolizing their hard work in high school paying off. Afterward they motioned to turn to the man holding the camera standing on the side of the stage, and shake the hand of the principle who most have probably never ever spoken to. As they exchange congratulations and thank yous she can her the hooting and cheering from her friends and family. While she walks down the steps on the other side of the stage, diploma in hand she looks up into the crowd to find her family to see their smiling happy faces. This is such a big moment in her life and so many people were there celebrating her accomplishment. The person she was, the person she's become, and the person she will be in the future are all lingering before her. In this moment she knows exactly who she is, what she likes and doesn't, what she's skilled at and all of her success' and failures; she's set goals for herself. Her experiences flash in her mind as she looks back on her 18 short years, and looks forward to what she'll do with the years ahead. She waves to her family and loops back around the back of the stage and marches in time back to her seat.
Thursday, October 25, 2012
Prompt 39
All the desks in the room were almost filled. The lighting was dark, with only a little sunlight coming in through the cracks on the sides of each window shade. I sat squinting at the note cards on my desk through the shadows of the dark room. I was reviewing all my research, making sure I had it all down pat before I had to strut my stuff.
"OK, we're ready for you Jordan" Mr. Bragdon said as he looked at me and shuffled the papers in his hands into a neat pile.
"OK, thank you".
I stood up out of my chair and slowly walked by the two rows of people, passed Mr. Bragdon's desk up to the front of the classroom. There in front of me was a podium and a projector projecting my slideshow up on the white board behind me. I was about to give the biggest speech/presentation in my entire high school career. I had worked all semester to get to where I was in that moment. Sitting at the table just outside the classroom door to the right of me is where I did all my research. I knew so much about my topic (Down Syndrome) that there was no way I would fail this. I was sure even though I had some presentation jitters, that I would be successful in educating the audience on my topic.
As I prepared mentally for my presentation in the few seconds remaining before I had to begin I scanned the room to see all the guests that had come to hear what I had to say, some I invited and some I did not. There were more than I expected, however I still felt quite confident because I realized it was mostly all people I was comfortable speaking in front of no matter what my topic was regardless of whether they knew me well or not. I tried to focus mostly on the small cluster of people in the center of the room in front of me which consisted of my parents, grandmother, my favorite teacher, and my closest friends. After analyzing the audience I had to speak in front of I began mentally reviewing my opening lines, sweeping over my note cards, and taking a few deep breathe to calm the nerves. Subsequently, I looked up to the crowd of eyes staring up at me. I was finally ready to present my hard work to all these people and surprisingly I did not feel nervous at all.
"OK, we're ready for you Jordan" Mr. Bragdon said as he looked at me and shuffled the papers in his hands into a neat pile.
"OK, thank you".
I stood up out of my chair and slowly walked by the two rows of people, passed Mr. Bragdon's desk up to the front of the classroom. There in front of me was a podium and a projector projecting my slideshow up on the white board behind me. I was about to give the biggest speech/presentation in my entire high school career. I had worked all semester to get to where I was in that moment. Sitting at the table just outside the classroom door to the right of me is where I did all my research. I knew so much about my topic (Down Syndrome) that there was no way I would fail this. I was sure even though I had some presentation jitters, that I would be successful in educating the audience on my topic.
As I prepared mentally for my presentation in the few seconds remaining before I had to begin I scanned the room to see all the guests that had come to hear what I had to say, some I invited and some I did not. There were more than I expected, however I still felt quite confident because I realized it was mostly all people I was comfortable speaking in front of no matter what my topic was regardless of whether they knew me well or not. I tried to focus mostly on the small cluster of people in the center of the room in front of me which consisted of my parents, grandmother, my favorite teacher, and my closest friends. After analyzing the audience I had to speak in front of I began mentally reviewing my opening lines, sweeping over my note cards, and taking a few deep breathe to calm the nerves. Subsequently, I looked up to the crowd of eyes staring up at me. I was finally ready to present my hard work to all these people and surprisingly I did not feel nervous at all.
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Week 9 Prompt 42
1. I'm a student at UMO
2. I do field hockey club/intramural and love it!
3. Participating in sports is the only exercise I truly enjoy
4. My birthday this year will be my first one not celebrated with my twin sister. ever.
5. I don't have many "best" friends but I have many friends
6. My major is communication sciences and disorders and I love it
7. I have a lot of pet peeves
8. I hum during awkward situations and even when I just think about something awkward
9. I'm rarely angry and no where near confrontational
10. I never think I give good advice but for some reason my friends are always asking me for it
11. I hate talking on the phone, I think it gives me anxiety
12. I also hate texting and typing a lot of the time
13. Both things make me a horrible person to keep in touch with but I do my best!
14. I LOVE animals, my own especially
15. I'm a cat and a dog person, I can't choose between the two
16. I'm a very honest and trustworthy person and sometimes it actually makes things suckier.
17. I'm probably one of the frugal people you will ever meet, but I'm not stingy.
18. I'm afraid of death and growing old
19. I am a pro procrastinator when it comes to work, but I always get it done
20. I take pride in the things I do and make sure they're done well
21. I have the worst short term memory ever
22. I have the best long term memory
23. I don't hold grudges, I forgive and try hard to forget
24. I miss having my sister here more and more everyday
25. Sometimes I say things in conversation even though i know I don't actually think what I've said
26. I love to ski
27. I really having alone and quiet time. I try not to take it for granted
28. I love summer, but would take fall weather over the heat any day.
29. I try to be the most understanding person I can be, I'm usually successful
30. I love my family so much. They are the most understanding, loving, and genuine group of people I know.
31. Even though my sister and I are the same age, I look up to her.
2. I do field hockey club/intramural and love it!
3. Participating in sports is the only exercise I truly enjoy
4. My birthday this year will be my first one not celebrated with my twin sister. ever.
5. I don't have many "best" friends but I have many friends
6. My major is communication sciences and disorders and I love it
7. I have a lot of pet peeves
8. I hum during awkward situations and even when I just think about something awkward
9. I'm rarely angry and no where near confrontational
10. I never think I give good advice but for some reason my friends are always asking me for it
11. I hate talking on the phone, I think it gives me anxiety
12. I also hate texting and typing a lot of the time
13. Both things make me a horrible person to keep in touch with but I do my best!
14. I LOVE animals, my own especially
15. I'm a cat and a dog person, I can't choose between the two
16. I'm a very honest and trustworthy person and sometimes it actually makes things suckier.
17. I'm probably one of the frugal people you will ever meet, but I'm not stingy.
18. I'm afraid of death and growing old
19. I am a pro procrastinator when it comes to work, but I always get it done
20. I take pride in the things I do and make sure they're done well
21. I have the worst short term memory ever
22. I have the best long term memory
23. I don't hold grudges, I forgive and try hard to forget
24. I miss having my sister here more and more everyday
25. Sometimes I say things in conversation even though i know I don't actually think what I've said
26. I love to ski
27. I really having alone and quiet time. I try not to take it for granted
28. I love summer, but would take fall weather over the heat any day.
29. I try to be the most understanding person I can be, I'm usually successful
30. I love my family so much. They are the most understanding, loving, and genuine group of people I know.
31. Even though my sister and I are the same age, I look up to her.
Sunday, October 21, 2012
Week 8 Theme
I awoke on the couch, opening my eyes slowly as they got used to the light. All I could see at first was the huge camo comforter wrapped around me like a cocoon, bunched up so high that I can hardly see over. I push it down with my hands to reveal the dining room. It was empty, the big wooden table spotless, no one had eaten yet and I couldn't here anyone over near the sink. I peered to the right of where I was laying, past the fridge and the space heater and I see that the TV across from me was not on. The house was very still and quiet, every one must still be sleeping. There was a calmness in the air but I sensed that someone should be getting up any minute. I turned my head hard to the right to check on Ben who was at the other end of the of the big blue wrap-around to make sure he was still sleeping. The morning sun shining through the cracks of the curtains blinded me as I looked over to him. He was awake, just sitting uncomfortably in silence trying his hardest to fall back asleep. He just had surgery so he was propped up with his eyes fluttering open and closed in one of the reclining seats. All his pillows that he had brought home from the hospital were strewn on the curve of the couch between him and I, along with extra blankets and a chip bag left over from the night before. On the arm rest next to him was a bottle of Tylenol, water bottles, and a half empty container of brownies; his survival items for his couch ridden recovery. I look back to him from the clutter in front of me and see that he is awake and struggling to reposition himself without hurting his shoulder any more. I can see the pain in his face as he slowly leans forward in the seat using the foot rest to pull his body up. I feel bad for him and want to ask if I can help, but I know he'll say there is nothing I can do so i let him go about his business. Behind him the bathroom door is cracked and the light still on. I should get up to shut it off now that the sun is up because it was only being used as a night light. Instead I stay wrapped in my warm cocoon surrounded by the calm and coolness of the house with only the sound of the creaking couch keeping me from falling back asleep.
Saturday, October 20, 2012
Prompt 34
The tall maple tree's with their gorgeous yellow and purple-red leaves line the old broken asphalt road. The sun peaks through the dewy leaves as it rises over the field at the top of the hill. It's rays shine on me and warm my body as I take a walk down memory lane, the road I grew up on. It's fall, my favorite season and there is no place I'd rather be this time of year than right here on Park Street.
The scenery gives me a feeling of comfort and security that I can't find anywhere else. The smell of the leaves and the colorful patterns they make up in the trees and on the ground, are small things I look forward too. I look at this area in a different light, with an open mind. I do not see a as my old house or just an ordinary road. I can see it for it's natural magnificence; the beauty that can be found in the surrounding nature. With open eyes as I walk I notice small things, like the tree that got hit by lightening across the street, that bring up the memories that I have held here in my mind. Being here this time of year also reminds me of the hours my dad spent racking, dragging, and putting leaves in piles in order to burn. I can smell that smoke now and how pungent it was when he set all the piles on fire. As I walk down the road further past my old house I see all my neighbors houses and how they glisten with the frost that has formed overnight. I can see the natural beauty that everyday things possess. Everything sparkles with frost in the sunlight, and the light brings out all the colors in the leaves. It is truly beautiful to witness and it is a wonderful place to reminisce on my favorite times.
Slowly walking I can take in all the sights around me and really appreciate all the things that I may not have noticed before. I could stay in this area forever, live in my past, and take in the moments I have spent here. Sitting on the front steps of our big green house, looking out to the field across the street, taking in the sights of the season and enjoying every moment. This could be my heaven.
The scenery gives me a feeling of comfort and security that I can't find anywhere else. The smell of the leaves and the colorful patterns they make up in the trees and on the ground, are small things I look forward too. I look at this area in a different light, with an open mind. I do not see a as my old house or just an ordinary road. I can see it for it's natural magnificence; the beauty that can be found in the surrounding nature. With open eyes as I walk I notice small things, like the tree that got hit by lightening across the street, that bring up the memories that I have held here in my mind. Being here this time of year also reminds me of the hours my dad spent racking, dragging, and putting leaves in piles in order to burn. I can smell that smoke now and how pungent it was when he set all the piles on fire. As I walk down the road further past my old house I see all my neighbors houses and how they glisten with the frost that has formed overnight. I can see the natural beauty that everyday things possess. Everything sparkles with frost in the sunlight, and the light brings out all the colors in the leaves. It is truly beautiful to witness and it is a wonderful place to reminisce on my favorite times.
Slowly walking I can take in all the sights around me and really appreciate all the things that I may not have noticed before. I could stay in this area forever, live in my past, and take in the moments I have spent here. Sitting on the front steps of our big green house, looking out to the field across the street, taking in the sights of the season and enjoying every moment. This could be my heaven.
Prompt 36
7am, a sea of faces and a crowded sidewalk. Gum and other items that have been tossed aside scatter the cement, some of it carried away on the shoes of people walking by. Garbage, cigarettes, and the smells of all the different street venders and shops swirl around in the breeze. The constant smell of sewer and steam unpleasantly rushing up through the tiny spaces in drains and man hole covers filling the noses of pedestrians as they pass. The incessant honking from crabby morning drivers in the street and the chatter emanating from the early birds getting their daily morning coffee. In the background there is the sound of jack-hammers and saws coming from various construction sights just starting their daily work. People walking under scaffolding and the awnings hanging from doors and windows of buildings, skipping over drainage holes, dodging slow and clumsy walkers, and other obstacles that stand in the way of where they need to get to. Cars filled with people rushing off to their important meetings trying to stick to their very elaborate schedules. It is very busy and hectic with so many people in one tiny place trying to get one million different things done at the exact same time. Each person running on their own time, having their own worries, and wanting to reach the goals they've set for themselves in the day. 7am on a city street, just a little to hard pressed and fast paced for me.
Friday, October 19, 2012
Prompt 33
You know those words that are really hard to listen to, ones that you would never wish to hear if you could prevent it. "We are gathered here today to remember...", this is one of those phrases that bothers me because it is attached to something I hate to be a part of, a funeral. I mean they could be used in a positive way to start in describing a happy
memory, a person dear to you, or to remember a certain celebratory
event. However, when I think of them all that comes to mind is death and the loved one's that I have lost. Funerals are where I have heard these words the most and one seems to stick out the most. He was my dad's uncle; he owned a successful apple orchard, had three children, was one of the hardest workers I will ever know, and was happily married til the day he died. His funeral was a gathering to celebrate his long well-lived life after he had passed and it was a time to remember him during his best days before he grew ill. Although, there was a time for mourning during his funeral it is mostly a time to remember what type of person he was and to recall all the great things he had accomplished. We all wanted to send my great uncle Ray peacefully to the other side, to whatever was awaiting him on the other side. However, I think these words I'm speaking of are sad and depressing especially when hearing them at at a family members wake. Instead of immediately thinking of happier times in his life when I first hear it I think of how heartbreaking it is for such an amazing person to loose such a prosperous life. Death is something I fear and that I would never wish upon anyone especially one of my family members who was always so positive and so hard working til his very last day. I'd still much rather not have to speak about them as if they were departed and this is the reason why I find that phrase so hard to hear.
Losing someone for me is something I absolutely dread and I'm sure anyone would. I am terrified of death and what it brings. I've heard positive things and know all about Heaven and God and everything that supposedly waiting for me on the other side. However, the fact that nothing is certain scares me and I worry about the loved ones I've lost like Uncle Ray and where they are now. So, when I sat at that funeral and I heard that one little phrase it mustered up all these thoughts in my mind. I tried to and still try to stay positive and think of the perfect, wonderful life they are probably having now, despite the fact his and my future are uncertain after death. Wondering whether I'd ever see him again makes it all the more painful to remember him.
Losing someone for me is something I absolutely dread and I'm sure anyone would. I am terrified of death and what it brings. I've heard positive things and know all about Heaven and God and everything that supposedly waiting for me on the other side. However, the fact that nothing is certain scares me and I worry about the loved ones I've lost like Uncle Ray and where they are now. So, when I sat at that funeral and I heard that one little phrase it mustered up all these thoughts in my mind. I tried to and still try to stay positive and think of the perfect, wonderful life they are probably having now, despite the fact his and my future are uncertain after death. Wondering whether I'd ever see him again makes it all the more painful to remember him.
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
Week 7 Theme
I have this roommate, we'll refer to her as Roommate B. She's soft spoken and is one of those people where she doesn't seem like she has a whole lot to say, but when she finally starts talking and her personality just bursts out. You would think she was shy or something, but no once that girl gets going she has a rough and tough type of attitude. She's the type of person that always says if you have a problem with her to just say it to her face. This is where the problem arises. You see, we've all put in an equal amount of money for cleaning products and a vacuum and we've all had our share of cleaning. All, meaning every one of us but Roommate B. We've tried to solve the lack of effort on her part by simply doing what she told us to do. We would say hey Roommate B can you please wipe up your mess when your done, pick up occasionally, and put your dishes in the dish washer? She'll say yes and do it once and the next time it's like we never asked her anything. It is very annoying to deal with people who say all you need to do is ask, and when you do ask them to do somthing it still does not get done. Consistently asking her over and over to do simple every day chores feels like I'm living with a child. She is 20 years old and should know how to clean up after herself. If there were a better way to confront her about not doing work, I'd hope she would tell us because just confronting her has proven unsuccessful.
Although she is very busy and uses that as an excuse on the daily, we are all busy and we don't want to have to do our chores and then her's on top of that. I do not think that simple cleaning tasks is too much to ask especially when she is the most messy out of all of us. I wish she would actually come off how she say's she is and do what is asked of her because we all do what is needed around the apartment. It is only fair that we all put in an equal effort, but that cannot happen until she joins in. If she was the type to just solve a problem about a certain issue (like chores) after someone has nicely asked she would be more apt to continue to help out around the house. However, she is actually very passive-aggressive and does not solve issues like that at all. So, I do have an occasional problem with people, like Roommate B who do not complete simple tasks when asked and people that falsely represent themselves and say they are a certain way when they are in fact not.
Although she is very busy and uses that as an excuse on the daily, we are all busy and we don't want to have to do our chores and then her's on top of that. I do not think that simple cleaning tasks is too much to ask especially when she is the most messy out of all of us. I wish she would actually come off how she say's she is and do what is asked of her because we all do what is needed around the apartment. It is only fair that we all put in an equal effort, but that cannot happen until she joins in. If she was the type to just solve a problem about a certain issue (like chores) after someone has nicely asked she would be more apt to continue to help out around the house. However, she is actually very passive-aggressive and does not solve issues like that at all. So, I do have an occasional problem with people, like Roommate B who do not complete simple tasks when asked and people that falsely represent themselves and say they are a certain way when they are in fact not.
Monday, October 15, 2012
Week 7 Prompt 32
Transition, that is the state I am in right now. It's my third year in college. I am trying to find out where I want to go on the career path I've chosen. I just ended a two year long relationship and my sister moved to California. It is like the two people who were there for me constantly are there any longer. Although, I chose to end my relationship it is still strange to go about my days without a constant someone to talk to. My sister moving to California made things a lot tougher on me as well. She is no longer living with me or just a drive away, she is all the way across the country. I did not realize until after she had gone how big of a part she actually played in my life and how much a leaned on her when I needed someone. Whether it was the advice she gave me or the consistent companionship I shared with her, it is different now and I am getting used to that.
In terms of where I am at now in my life I think t I would want to see is my sister in my last moments alive. She is the one person I've shared absolutely everything and who I have experienced the most with in our lives. She was and is there for me through thick and thin and I would want her to know how very special she is to me regardless of how many times we've argued or disagreed. She has always been my strong side and my better half. I would want her to hold on to my last words and remember them so she would know how dear she really is to me. However, in terms of the absolute, last person I'd ever want to see in my last moments in life, that is if they were to occur in the near future, would be the boy I recently broke up with. This is not because of hatred or anything like that but because I would not want to make backwards progress after all the time that has passed. I have moved on and am happier now so I wouldn't want to put myself in a place of confusion and most likely sadness in my last moments.
In terms of where I am at now in my life I think t I would want to see is my sister in my last moments alive. She is the one person I've shared absolutely everything and who I have experienced the most with in our lives. She was and is there for me through thick and thin and I would want her to know how very special she is to me regardless of how many times we've argued or disagreed. She has always been my strong side and my better half. I would want her to hold on to my last words and remember them so she would know how dear she really is to me. However, in terms of the absolute, last person I'd ever want to see in my last moments in life, that is if they were to occur in the near future, would be the boy I recently broke up with. This is not because of hatred or anything like that but because I would not want to make backwards progress after all the time that has passed. I have moved on and am happier now so I wouldn't want to put myself in a place of confusion and most likely sadness in my last moments.
Friday, October 12, 2012
Week 7 Prompt 30
All the memories come flowing back when I look at that photo of us.. The good, the bad, and of course, the ugly. We were on our way to a fourth of July cookout at a family friend's and my mom insisted on a picture. Both of us had red white and blue on, it was cliche but we were dressed for the holiday. I had a red and white baseball shirt and he had on a Boston Red Sox T-shirt. My mother placed us just in front of the pine tree in the corner of my house. I remember not wanting to take it at all but then it came out really well. For once I looked good and so did TJ, a rare occasion in photos with us. It was always one or the other that was photogenic. Although I thought we looked great together, and loved the picture at one time, now when I look at it over a year later the feelings I have about it are not the same.
You keep pictures because they remind you of certain times you don't want to forget like trips to the beach in the spring or hiking up at the lake house. In some cases though the memories trapped inside a photo turn into ones you'd rather just forget. When you have a relationship with someone for a number of years, you take many pictures of the times you had together and some just of the two of you. During your relationship you want to capture every moment of your time spent, the laughs, the embarrassing acts, and the special moments you've shared with one another. Taking a photo is a way of capturing and keeping that memory forever. However, when that relationship ends or isn't as successful for whatever reason you're feelings towards the moments and experiences may change along with your feelings towards that person. Now you might look at the same photo and feel regret, uncertainty, and sadness. Breaking off a relationship with someone and getting rid of the things that are attached to them some how, like photos or cards are some of the hardest things to go through. Your thoughts towards a person you once loved dearly may change, but I've learned to live with the changes. After all, some change is good.
Today as I look at the picture of us together my feelings have changed. Before I would've kept the photo to show everyone who may look what an amazing person I was with, how happy we looked, and to show them and myself how many good times we had together. Although we had our great moments, some times things just go sour. Not because I wanted them to but they have just changed with time. So, now instead of putting this picture on display, I look at this photo and place out of sight from myself and others.
You keep pictures because they remind you of certain times you don't want to forget like trips to the beach in the spring or hiking up at the lake house. In some cases though the memories trapped inside a photo turn into ones you'd rather just forget. When you have a relationship with someone for a number of years, you take many pictures of the times you had together and some just of the two of you. During your relationship you want to capture every moment of your time spent, the laughs, the embarrassing acts, and the special moments you've shared with one another. Taking a photo is a way of capturing and keeping that memory forever. However, when that relationship ends or isn't as successful for whatever reason you're feelings towards the moments and experiences may change along with your feelings towards that person. Now you might look at the same photo and feel regret, uncertainty, and sadness. Breaking off a relationship with someone and getting rid of the things that are attached to them some how, like photos or cards are some of the hardest things to go through. Your thoughts towards a person you once loved dearly may change, but I've learned to live with the changes. After all, some change is good.
Today as I look at the picture of us together my feelings have changed. Before I would've kept the photo to show everyone who may look what an amazing person I was with, how happy we looked, and to show them and myself how many good times we had together. Although we had our great moments, some times things just go sour. Not because I wanted them to but they have just changed with time. So, now instead of putting this picture on display, I look at this photo and place out of sight from myself and others.
Week 7 Prompt 31
She is my best friend and my other half, and I would do anything for her. We have been together from the minute we were conceived until this very day. I remember we would wear the same clothes, but they would have opposite colors. My mother loved these specific outfits where I would wear a purple top with green shorts and my sister would wear a green top with purple bottoms. We were these two adorable little blonde haired girls but we would always be running around like heathens. We would run and play out in the woods with each other and make up stories and our own little worlds and narrate them together. Sometimes we would bring a friend along too. We were sweet kids, very family orientated but we were also a little mischievous. I once convinced my sister that we should play hairdresser up in our tree houses. Meanwhile I had planned this whole scheme of actually cutting her hair off and I had stolen my moms large orange handled scissors. I lured her up into the tree house, pretended to play with her hair a little bit, then hacked off the majority of her pony tail. My mother was not too pleased when she discovered Jade's hair on the floor that she initially thought was dog hair but I do not quite remember getting punished. This, unfortunately was the beginning of Jade's short hair days.
Despite my one-sided mischief, we did everything together from sports, to riding bikes, to playing dolls; we were each others other half. It was awesome to always have someone to play with, talk to and be there for me whenever I needed someone. The memorable moments we made as children, all the fun and goofy times we had together are the ones I remember most. She was right by my side from the day we were born, because of this my fondest moments and experiences with her are also my earliest memories.
Despite my one-sided mischief, we did everything together from sports, to riding bikes, to playing dolls; we were each others other half. It was awesome to always have someone to play with, talk to and be there for me whenever I needed someone. The memorable moments we made as children, all the fun and goofy times we had together are the ones I remember most. She was right by my side from the day we were born, because of this my fondest moments and experiences with her are also my earliest memories.
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Week 6 Theme
It had been a long ride to my hometown. Three hours in a tiny car was just about all I could take riding alone. I could not wait to arrive at my grandmother's house so I could give her a big hug, but most of all I wanted to make a trip down to the basement. I wanted to reminisce, after all my father grew up in that house, as well as my sister and I. The basement was the home for many toys, old and new, old clothes, hobbies, and memories. Seeing everything in there was my way of reconnecting with my past as well as my families and I was so excited to go back.
I ran to the front porch and swung up on to the steps as I'd done as a child, and opened the front door. My Grammy was there waiting for me with her arms open wide. We hugged for a moment and said are hello's and how are you's and then I asked if I could spend some time downstairs. She said yes, not that I was expecting a different answer. So began my journey down in to memory lane.
The stairs are older, but cement so they're not creaky or flimsy. Each one has an edging of metal held on by screws, and are blanketed with the most hideous orange and black speckled carpet. Clearly straight out of the seventies. As you descend down the stairs Farther down, near the opening at the bottom of the stairs there is a hole in the wall where the water heater sits, one of my sister and I's favorite hiding places. Reaching the bottom step you can see the enclosure my grandfather had made to hold the wood for the stove int he winter time and the washer and dryer right next to that. Directly ahead of the stairs there is an island that houses all of the laundry goods and a few random doodad's that had been picked up over the years and placed there. Everything is dusty down here, not like it hasn't been used but in an old kind of way. Traveling between the washer/dryer and the island on the perpendicular wall sits my grandfathers old work bench. He sat there for hours making models of his favorite airplanes and tinkering with her electric ones. All his prized models hang from the ceiling, displayed in a neat fashion right above his desk. Looking back on the island, on one of the beams holding it up there are the heights and ages of my sister and I and maybe a few cousins too, from the time we moved in to the time we moved out. A nice little spot to stop and reminiscence on the years we all spent here together.
The rest of the basement, to the right of the stairs is split in two horizontally by a faux ply wood wall running through the middle of the room. On the right side of the division it is mostly storage; totes of seasonal decor, old clothes and toys, yard sale stuff, and more. In the far right corner there is a huge chunk of rock protruding out of the wall with a flat top surface. On top of this structure there is a crudely painted railroad track with tree's and such lining the way and there is a small box of toy cars in the corner. Every generation has played with their hot-wheels on this little track and the memories of my sister and I playing there come swooping back every time I see it. To the left of the rock there is a doorway running from floor to ceiling connecting the two sides of the basement. On the other side of the wall it's like a scene from a living room in the seventies. There was an old "toy" organ that was probably from my dad's younger sister up against the dividing wall. There was an old white, brown, and orange plaid, corduroy couch farther down which was directly across from an old wood stove that was used to heat the entire house. The wall behind the couch was decorated in framed pictures of airplanes or landscapes, and on both sides of the pictures there was an light that looked like an older latern. Again, straight out of the seventies. Everything about this room was right out of my dad's childhood, and that's why I loved it, it brought me back to a time I wish I know more about.
Although the room looked like it was from a time machine, to the left of the stove was our video game set-up, with the original Nintendo 64. I can just imagine all the times my cousins and I sat down there for hours trying to beat each others scores and move up a level. This whole basement brings back memories, not only for me but for my family and grandmother. Every inch of dusted covered surface and totes, all the old toys, and hobbies that have been discarded over the years down here. This is a dark, chilly basement but it holds so many bright happy memories.
I ran to the front porch and swung up on to the steps as I'd done as a child, and opened the front door. My Grammy was there waiting for me with her arms open wide. We hugged for a moment and said are hello's and how are you's and then I asked if I could spend some time downstairs. She said yes, not that I was expecting a different answer. So began my journey down in to memory lane.
The stairs are older, but cement so they're not creaky or flimsy. Each one has an edging of metal held on by screws, and are blanketed with the most hideous orange and black speckled carpet. Clearly straight out of the seventies. As you descend down the stairs Farther down, near the opening at the bottom of the stairs there is a hole in the wall where the water heater sits, one of my sister and I's favorite hiding places. Reaching the bottom step you can see the enclosure my grandfather had made to hold the wood for the stove int he winter time and the washer and dryer right next to that. Directly ahead of the stairs there is an island that houses all of the laundry goods and a few random doodad's that had been picked up over the years and placed there. Everything is dusty down here, not like it hasn't been used but in an old kind of way. Traveling between the washer/dryer and the island on the perpendicular wall sits my grandfathers old work bench. He sat there for hours making models of his favorite airplanes and tinkering with her electric ones. All his prized models hang from the ceiling, displayed in a neat fashion right above his desk. Looking back on the island, on one of the beams holding it up there are the heights and ages of my sister and I and maybe a few cousins too, from the time we moved in to the time we moved out. A nice little spot to stop and reminiscence on the years we all spent here together.
The rest of the basement, to the right of the stairs is split in two horizontally by a faux ply wood wall running through the middle of the room. On the right side of the division it is mostly storage; totes of seasonal decor, old clothes and toys, yard sale stuff, and more. In the far right corner there is a huge chunk of rock protruding out of the wall with a flat top surface. On top of this structure there is a crudely painted railroad track with tree's and such lining the way and there is a small box of toy cars in the corner. Every generation has played with their hot-wheels on this little track and the memories of my sister and I playing there come swooping back every time I see it. To the left of the rock there is a doorway running from floor to ceiling connecting the two sides of the basement. On the other side of the wall it's like a scene from a living room in the seventies. There was an old "toy" organ that was probably from my dad's younger sister up against the dividing wall. There was an old white, brown, and orange plaid, corduroy couch farther down which was directly across from an old wood stove that was used to heat the entire house. The wall behind the couch was decorated in framed pictures of airplanes or landscapes, and on both sides of the pictures there was an light that looked like an older latern. Again, straight out of the seventies. Everything about this room was right out of my dad's childhood, and that's why I loved it, it brought me back to a time I wish I know more about.
Although the room looked like it was from a time machine, to the left of the stove was our video game set-up, with the original Nintendo 64. I can just imagine all the times my cousins and I sat down there for hours trying to beat each others scores and move up a level. This whole basement brings back memories, not only for me but for my family and grandmother. Every inch of dusted covered surface and totes, all the old toys, and hobbies that have been discarded over the years down here. This is a dark, chilly basement but it holds so many bright happy memories.
Monday, October 8, 2012
Prompt 29: When I finally arrived, it was nothing like I imagined...
I had great expectations in my head of this kick ass summer camp. It
was going to be this amazing campus with great shiny, red buildings. The
location was right on the water, and I was thinking there was a sandy
beach with a swimming area. I had seen pictures but they did not show
everything, only bits in pieces. So, when my parents pulled the car up
to the main office that summer day in July, 2002 the images I had in my
head kind of dwindled away. The "main office" for the summer camp was
this tiny red and white building, in little room with a little old lady
working the desk. My parents talked about signing us up for a few
minutes while my sister and I sat in two chairs that were smushed to the
right of the desk, and directly in front of the door.
After we were all signed up and the t's were crossed we walked out of the cramped office and looked out onto the rest of the campus. Immediately in front of us was the soccer field and the basketball courts. Beside them to the right was the chapel, because this was a Christian camp, and right behind the chapel was the girls dorm rooms. The dorms were 10 rooms all connected in one long building. They fit 6 pairs of bunk beds and were very tight on space but were very cozy. Looking to our right still standing in front of the office, we could see the dining hall, a few small cabins, and the boys dorms around the corner farthest to the right. Connected to the office we were standing at was the "Snack Shack" where campers could go and get snacks, ice cream, and soda, it was the popular place to hang out at night during free time. We decided to take a way down the road that lead past the boys dorms, and the dining hall after looking around for another few minutes. We passed the back entrance to the Chapel on the left and the dining hall on the right. The road we walked on crossed over the "Jordan River" which was a little stream that ran parallel to the road from above the driveway all the way down the lake entrance. We walked a little bit farther to the end of the actual camper area where the bonfire area was and all the benches around it, as well as the volleyball court.
Although the camp was very simple, modest, and old it had so much character. It had been around so many years, and a whole bunch of memories and friendships had been made there. My mother went there as a child and enjoyed her time so much she wanted my sister and I to have the same experience. It was an amazing place for finding yourself, true friends, and finding the Lord as well. I realized this after a few days there. All the people were so genuine and taught me how to live my life in a positive and moral way. Each day in chapel, in our rooms before bed, and in all activities the counselors were teaching us things about life and lessons from the bible. They shared their personal experiences that lead them to where they were and other's stories as well. The songs we sang each day and the things that were read to me made me feel empowered, like there were people behind me supporting me in my journey to find who I wanted to be. It was a judgement free zone in a way, everyone was there to learn, have fun, and to better themselves and their relationship with the Lord. That camp gave me a strong sense of who I was and the person I wanted to be and the people there gave me the courage and support to do so.
I had poor assumptions of what the camp was going to be like when I pulled in on the first day. Those were due to my opinion of the way the building and grounds looked. However, I was seriously mistaken by the outward appearance. I ended up returning there for 6 years as a camper, and a 7th year as a staff member. The time I spent there made me realize to not judge something by the outside, because the things you learn inside and the people you meet along the way will truly be worth the experience.
After we were all signed up and the t's were crossed we walked out of the cramped office and looked out onto the rest of the campus. Immediately in front of us was the soccer field and the basketball courts. Beside them to the right was the chapel, because this was a Christian camp, and right behind the chapel was the girls dorm rooms. The dorms were 10 rooms all connected in one long building. They fit 6 pairs of bunk beds and were very tight on space but were very cozy. Looking to our right still standing in front of the office, we could see the dining hall, a few small cabins, and the boys dorms around the corner farthest to the right. Connected to the office we were standing at was the "Snack Shack" where campers could go and get snacks, ice cream, and soda, it was the popular place to hang out at night during free time. We decided to take a way down the road that lead past the boys dorms, and the dining hall after looking around for another few minutes. We passed the back entrance to the Chapel on the left and the dining hall on the right. The road we walked on crossed over the "Jordan River" which was a little stream that ran parallel to the road from above the driveway all the way down the lake entrance. We walked a little bit farther to the end of the actual camper area where the bonfire area was and all the benches around it, as well as the volleyball court.
Although the camp was very simple, modest, and old it had so much character. It had been around so many years, and a whole bunch of memories and friendships had been made there. My mother went there as a child and enjoyed her time so much she wanted my sister and I to have the same experience. It was an amazing place for finding yourself, true friends, and finding the Lord as well. I realized this after a few days there. All the people were so genuine and taught me how to live my life in a positive and moral way. Each day in chapel, in our rooms before bed, and in all activities the counselors were teaching us things about life and lessons from the bible. They shared their personal experiences that lead them to where they were and other's stories as well. The songs we sang each day and the things that were read to me made me feel empowered, like there were people behind me supporting me in my journey to find who I wanted to be. It was a judgement free zone in a way, everyone was there to learn, have fun, and to better themselves and their relationship with the Lord. That camp gave me a strong sense of who I was and the person I wanted to be and the people there gave me the courage and support to do so.
I had poor assumptions of what the camp was going to be like when I pulled in on the first day. Those were due to my opinion of the way the building and grounds looked. However, I was seriously mistaken by the outward appearance. I ended up returning there for 6 years as a camper, and a 7th year as a staff member. The time I spent there made me realize to not judge something by the outside, because the things you learn inside and the people you meet along the way will truly be worth the experience.
Prompt 27: The safest place in the world
As I sit on my bed in my cozy little room, surrounded by memorabilia of my childhood and high school career, I feel safe.I feel safe surrounded by things that i love and that represent me, hearing the sounds of chatter and chores coming from other rooms, and the fact that my family is all around me makes me feel comfortable. Even though I feel safe in my home, in my little haven at the end of the hall, there is something that comforts me and makes me feel even safer than I already do. The place I feel safest is located in my home where I grew up and spent the majority of my adolescent years but it's not the house itself, any room, or any piece in the house that makes me feel this way. It is a person within my home that makes me feel like I am in the safest place in the world. This person is my rock, he is my father and in his presence and his arms I feel the safest. Although I do feel protected in my home with my family, I feel most safe with my Dad no matter where we are, regardless of whether we are at home or not. My dad is my protector and I know he would do anything to keep me and the rest of my family safe. He listens to me, he cares about my petty, girl issues even though he's a grown man, he helps me, and he lets me know that I, my mother, and my sister are all very important to him. Knowing that he cares so much for my family so much and would do anything for us allows me to feel secure and sheltered from harm when I am with him, and even when I am away.
Prompt 26
I drive down the hill leading into town in my little green Honda. It had been so long since I'd been back, and I'd definitely never driven through it myself. I passed all the old, but familiar buildings from my childhood; Pizza shops, banks, churches, the town garage, and Shop n' Save. It feels so weird to be back in this place, I feel like I've almost gone back in time. I was a kid again when I came here, I felt like I had never left and most everything had not changed. After driving just out of town I turn onto my old street I can sense little things have changed, a house color here, a new sign there, but nothing major, most of the same people live in the houses that line the road. I pass by my best friends house at the beginning of the street, then my uncle and aunts', and my cousins home further down. You see, most of my dad's family lives in a row lining the right side of Park street, with our old house right in the middle of them all. When we moved, it was hard to leave here knowing we were leaving a home surrounded by family and love.
All of my relatives homes had not changed, they give me that same feeling of refuge when I passed by because they acted as the pathway that lead to my home. I finally arrive at my drive way, the mail box number has changed but it is all the same. I turn in and drive up the little hill and park in front of the garage. The big green house hadn't changed much, just an addition of a porch out front. My mothers flower garden along the drive had dwindled but it was still alive, and the little light post and sitting bench were all still there as well. I shut the car off and stepped out into the door yard, it had been dirt when I lived here, but now the entire driveway was tarred. I peered out past the driveway and back towards the road which could see clearly from where I stood. This was different because all the tree's had been cut down. When I was little my sister and I used the cluster of trees in our yard as our sanctuary and one of our favorite play places. I had to admit though, it looked so much better with the sprawling green grass and the ability to actually view the road on that side of the driveway.
After I had pondered the slight differences I had noticed I turned back around to my old house, which was now my grandmothers. I drank in the sight of the big front windows with my mother's flowery curtains, the wood-shoot to the basement that my grandfather had built, and the front porch that my favorite dog used to nap under. This house held a very special place in my heart and my soul. It is so important to not forget where you've come from and all the things in your past that have made you, you. If only you could hold on strongly to all your childhood experiences and enjoy them in detail whenever you chose just so you did not loose touch with your history. Ah, the sweet memories of youth that this place brought back, I could relive those times forever.
All of my relatives homes had not changed, they give me that same feeling of refuge when I passed by because they acted as the pathway that lead to my home. I finally arrive at my drive way, the mail box number has changed but it is all the same. I turn in and drive up the little hill and park in front of the garage. The big green house hadn't changed much, just an addition of a porch out front. My mothers flower garden along the drive had dwindled but it was still alive, and the little light post and sitting bench were all still there as well. I shut the car off and stepped out into the door yard, it had been dirt when I lived here, but now the entire driveway was tarred. I peered out past the driveway and back towards the road which could see clearly from where I stood. This was different because all the tree's had been cut down. When I was little my sister and I used the cluster of trees in our yard as our sanctuary and one of our favorite play places. I had to admit though, it looked so much better with the sprawling green grass and the ability to actually view the road on that side of the driveway.
After I had pondered the slight differences I had noticed I turned back around to my old house, which was now my grandmothers. I drank in the sight of the big front windows with my mother's flowery curtains, the wood-shoot to the basement that my grandfather had built, and the front porch that my favorite dog used to nap under. This house held a very special place in my heart and my soul. It is so important to not forget where you've come from and all the things in your past that have made you, you. If only you could hold on strongly to all your childhood experiences and enjoy them in detail whenever you chose just so you did not loose touch with your history. Ah, the sweet memories of youth that this place brought back, I could relive those times forever.
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