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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.