31 January 2013
Dare Devil Days
Remember the days back when carefulness and responsibility meant so little to us? I sure do. Looking back at my childhood, I had it good. Growing up in a small town in Southeast Kansas you had to be creative and make things in order to have fun. Sitting here looking at pictures of the crazy things my friends and I would do during our summer vacations bring back some wild memories. We were the definition of fun, reckless at that. As I flip through my pictures smiling and laughing at the memories, I stopped and stared at this one picture. Within this picture were my friends Tera, Emily, Courtney, and I. Tera and Courtney were sitting in the seats as Emily and I were standing on the back bumper and hanging onto the top of the golf cart. It's funny how one picture can bring back everything you remember that took place that day.
I remember the day just like as if it were yesterday. It was the summer transitioning between my seventh and eighth grade year of Junior High. School had just let out and I was anticipated to do something exciting to tell all of my friends about when school started back up in the fall. I had it made out for me growing up considering my three best friends only lived one to three blocks away from both my dad's house and my mother's house. A lot of my friends thought it was cool how close my parents lived so if I wasn't at one of their houses I was most likely at the others house for the weekend and it was convenient distance for them just as it was for me. It always seemed like I never had a break from my friends unless I was grounded, which happened a lot because I was a bad child. But being spoiled and what not I always seemed to get ungrounded only a few days after my one month punishment.
Emily, Courtney and I would run or ride our bikes back and forth between our own houses to Tera's house to find something to do. That's usually the way it went everyday of...