Flashback

Hahaha, okay, guess which one I am... Find me? Wow, I was about 9 or 10 years old in 4th grade and that's when my mom was still dressing me haha. I was 4'8". I remember because I told my friend Jamie at soccer sign-ups that I was taller than her =]. Our teacher, Mrs. Bybee, was not a nice person lol. We all hated her. She was old, and mean and she retired after our year. When she left the room we would all get noisy and chaotic, like normal 4th graders would, and there would be one kid looking out the window and when they saw her coming back they would yell, "Bybee alert! Bybee alert!". Haha, we thought we were so cool.

I miss those days. The more I think about it, the more I miss it. Those were the days of recess. Recess was probably the most enjoyable part of every kids day. I remember we had two teatherball courts and this kid Adam was always the best. Everyone wanted to beat him yet failed miserably. In 5th grade I would play tackle football with my guy friends and one time i went to tackle my future boyfriend (believe it or not), Tyler, and I ripped his shirt. haha. I'm not a very subtle person lol.

Where did I go wrong growing up? Or where did I finally go right? Thinking back to when I was just tall enough to reach the counter, I never would've thought I'd turn out the way I did. What happened? I guess year after year, fight after fight, I finally found myself. I used to have the biggest green eyes when I was a little girl. Now I have darker, hazel eyes. I looked like a twig growing up; little legs, little arms, you could see all my bones. Now I have broad shoulders and curves. I guess I'm still as shy as I was back then. But I'm more comfortable in my own skin now.

I went through phases. Man, did I go through stages... When my mom still dressed me I was the cute little girl with my hair down and skirts (I'm not saying I enjoyed this stage of my life, I just didn't have any control. lol). Then 6th and 7th grade I was a jock. Basketball shorts, hair up almost every day, loose shirts and tennis shoes. I was so comfortable. Sweats were my saving grace. 8th grade I took a turn the other direction. Black nail polish, black clothes, dark music. I had plenty of boy friends and I was kinda out of control. I still played basketball and still played sports, but that came second. I don't know who I was trying to be, just a few years ago in 8th grade.




This is me now. Well a few months ago =]. I still don't know If I turned out alright but I still have time to grow. It's cool to look back and see how different I was from then to now. It's a trip.

Peace.