Memories

As I am sitting in my house on the stool by the kitchen table, unable to think of a nice, twist to put in the introduction of my story, I ponder on my life. All my experiences, from when I was a little girl, running around the playground, having adorable crushes on little boys, and, of course, all of the stupid, silly mistakes I have made.



Living where I am currently living, life gets quite boring. I live sort of in the land of Nowhere. My parents always tease me that I am not a country girl, but a city girl. But when I was a little girl, i was completely different: a little toughie, a tomboy you might say. Living with an older brother, I wasn't exactly "girly". I actually wanted to be just like my brother- even wearing his hand-me-down clothes.



When I was in 1st grade, all decked out in my cute little boy jeans and too big t-shirt, hair in a big messy heap on top of my head, my teacher asked someone to come up to the board and write the answer to a problem. Even though I knew the answer I was WAY too shy to go up to the front of the classroom and risk making a fool of myself, I didn't attempt to raise my hand. Instead a boy, who I didn't even know, raised his hand and went up to the front of the class. Wow, I thought to myself, how could I not know about this boy?! He was CUTE.



One of my best friends, Kacie, was sitting next to me. "Who is he?" I whispered to her, then nodded toward the boy. "Cody," she answered. I felt dumbstruck. SHE knew him? Were they friends? I know I was only 1st grade, but sometimes age doesn't matter when it comes to crushes. ;)



When 2nd grade came along, me and Cody were practically BFFs. I was never quite sure how it had happened, but we were as tight as peanut butter and jelly. Cody was very nice, very sweet and always stood up for me and kind of protected me. But for some reason my dad wasn't a fan of his family. Cody would call me and ask me to go over to his house to just play outside, but, of course, my dad said no. Apparently he couldnt "trust his family" but I didn't tell Cody, obviously. I made up some excuse, always telling myself "next time he will let me" or "there's always other chances" but there really wasn't.



When 3rd grade came along, he told everyone he was moving. When that happened, me and him were almost cut off from being friends. No more hanging out at recess, no more holding hands during movies-(we did once, while in music class when there was a movie playing)- we were no longer BFFs. He even had a going away party, and I wasn't invited. Then he just up and moved, along with his family, to...Pennsylvania?!



But even though I still had a major crush on him, I had planty of other friends. In fact, once I had a birthday party and invited FIFTEEN people. It sort of got out of hand, though. At least there were lots of present! :)



One of my friends, whom I had been friends with since preschool, (and still is friends with today), was Maggie. She was a year older, but we were in the same grade. The funny thing though, is she had a crush on my brother, who was a grade ahead of us. She would always talk about how they were going to get married some day, and on and on and on. But whenever we think about it now, it was actually pretty cute.



Maggie and I are in figure skating together, and we've been in our local figure skating club for years. We have tons of fun skating, always had. We have no intentions of quitting.



In fifth grade, still, no one cared about looks, no one really dated anyone. No one judged one another. It was all peachy keen. I even sat by someone who I had a crush on- Matt. He had curly hair, and was so funny. But, he didn't like me back. And then came sixth grade.



Middle School is my enemy. In sixth grade, everything changed in the blink of an eye. There were cliques all over the school: The Lame-Os, (thankfully not me), the averages, (probably me), and...THE POPULARS. The populars practically ruled over the school, and still do. Pretty much everyone in the popular group were always dating someone. The popular girls got all the boys. And I mean ALL the boys. The popular boys were well...popular, and got the all girls. The populars just assume they're better than everyone else. The popular girls are snotty, and ignore the Lame-Os and the averages.



Which leads me back to my group of friends. We were, (and still are), next in line for the populars. We have a very close- knit group of friends who have sleepovers practically every single weekend. We are BFFAETTVEs- (Best Friends Forever And Ever 'Til The Very End). We tell eachother everything. It's like that today, in seventh grade. Seventh grade has been okay, and I still ponder about my future, but It's still nice to sometimes think about my past. For now, I'm doing just fine... :)