isn’t this most of our childhoods? We ate. We slept. And then we proceeded to reek havoc on whatever we could (haha).
My childhood was probably normal. Sure my family had its ups and downs, but I remember it as a happy childhood. I remember playing the mud, climbing trees in my little tighty whiteys, playing video games with my brother or dad, or just playing with the neighborhood kids. I always got picked on, and I was never really that good at sports. I always had a really good basketball shot (once every game haha) or made a winning save in multiples/capture the flag, but I was never any type of shinning star.
The same goes for now– minus the embarassing climbing trees in my underwear or playingi n the mud–I dance and embarass myself more times than I can count, I play video games like I’m a pro (when I know I’m not), and I still play with the neighborhood kids (although these “kids” are really college students…). Some things just don’t change, and I guess that’s my best constant–my friends.
Sure there’s one bad apple within the whole crop, but it gets weeded out eventually. However for the most part, all my friends are strong, independent, witty, smart, sweet, are healthy (for me and themselves), and are absolutely breath-taking.
So, thank you friends for making who I am today. I wouldn’t be anywhere without y’all today.
