Ahhh! My first day of college is finally over! Waking up at 6:30am, and commuting through the horrible Miami traffic has never been something my mother and I enjoyed. The minute I walked out the front door I was wishing to be back in my bed, and finally, I’ve made it. My bed to me is a prized possession like a really expensive sports car to a rising pop star, or like a pair of Louboutins to a shopaholic. I know I can’t be the only one that possesses such feelings. Laying down, wrapped in my warm down comforter like a cocoon puts me in such a zen mode. As I was looking around my room at my HOSA awards, my funky artwork, and my childhood trophies, a gleaming gold and red plaque caught my eye in a split second. Suddenly, I realized I was staring at that plaque on the wall, analyzing it from top to bottom. Seeing my name engraved in silver cursive filled my body with accomplishment and put a smile on my exhausted face. I was instantly thrown back to that unbelievable day in 2003 at age 7. I was a shy but likeable young girl; I was chubby, with rosy red cheeks and sparkling green eyes. I had a tomboy vibe, and I was set in the way I did things. I guess one could say I was a little spoiled brat. I liked my hair in a high pony tail, slicked back, no bumps or creases, and a shit load of gel. I enjoyed spending time with family; my parents were always very social and funny. My dad, John was a spaz and my mother, Kathy was a social butterfly. We’d always laugh and joke and our house was always happy. My parents would often tease and joke that me and my brother, Josh, didn’t pick up the social genes they were full of. No matter what the situation was, Josh and I were always the quiet ones in the crowd. Lying in bed and staring at that plaque, brings back that rush and nervous feeling I felt in 2003 on that wild day. Growing up, my backyard was where it was at! Walking out the large sliding glass door, one would immediately step foot on the tile patio floor and get a...