As I was going through my closet three weeks ago, I came upon a large, plastic tub. It was on the floor in the very back corner with stuff piled on top of it, and after removing everything else I drug it out. Inside the tub was memmories-- memmories from the edge when I almost fell off.
I searched the box and dragged out things that had been pushed somewhere in the back of my mind: Pictures. Pieces of writing. Drawings, even... my old agendas, folders of work and papers forgotten. Probably not worth all the writing my little-kid hand could take way back whenever. Some papers were totally random, and others I just wanted to keep forever, like the writing and the drawings. I pulled out my white fifth-grade binder with the coloring page of a cat stuck inside the front pocket to show off. I remember coloring it and putting it in there, thinking about how cool it looked. Then I went to school and got weird looks. I remember hearing the word "immature" from one girl when she commented on my colored page. The book "When Dreams come True" reminded me of that. How we were all innocent and carefree... and when we made friends we didn't care what eachother looked like or what we were wearing. We all would just be friends... Then when middle school swung around you had to have cool clothes and certain friends. That's when acception stepped in. When we were little, we all accepted eachother because we were little kids... it changed the older we got. And that's what so many people are focused on now... Acception. If you aren't like the rest of them, then you won't fit in.

I remember 6th grade,I walked into Mrs. Fishpaw's little yellow classroom and sat down in one of the desks near the back corner. I was really shy and quiet. All the other kids were sitting in the middle of the classroom or on the other side talking...

And then in the book it mentioned adolscents and that just ame me realize how much adoscents ruined my life. Haha. Well, middle school in general... all the stuff that happens there and how much things change. Life was so innocent and little and as kids there were no worries, then things changed...

Just felt like writing that since I read the first few chapters of When Dreams Come True... because it's weird to think about...