Would you believe me if I said I never slow danced at a Junior High dance? As a matter of fact, I have only slow danced once in my entire high school career.
I never had the desire to awkwardly swayed with some guy in a crowded middle school gym that had a horrible air conditioning system.
Junior high school was not fantastic for me; awkward would be the word to best fit my junior high years.
Awkward in the sense that I had just gotten glasses, just moved to a new state in the middle of seventh grade year. Awkward, because I didn't know who I was, or anyone around me.
I did, though, enjoy the fact that the libraries were bigger, the math was harder, and the science was more intriguing.
Junior high was a big moving mess for me; Colorado to Missouri. Then, I would finish my eighth grade year in Pierce City, just to find out that I would completely start fresh for high school in Monett.
Junior high sucked.
Friday, October 26, 2012
Friday, October 5, 2012
Chapter VI: I grew up here...
Between Tennessee, Colorado, Missouri, and traveling outside of the country for a year, I believe the entire world is my home. Each year that passes, whether I have stayed in the same place or not, I define myself because of people and environment I engulfed myself in. I have not grown up in one specific place, or home, because I believe home is where the heart is.
Although, for my childhood, I spent most of it in Denver and La Veta, Colorado. Snowcapped mountains, clear blue skies, and deep red soil, Colorado was an amazing place to begin life. If I had not spent a chunk of my life there, never would I have known my love for skiing; the thrill of going down a snow covered mountain kept my heart pounding with excitement.
I picked out my first dog in Colorado, the first Christmas I can remember was in Colorado, winning Grand Champion in 4-H, my first horse, first school crush, meeting my stepdad, receiving a new little brother, saying good bye to old and saying hello to the new. Colorado has defined my early years and held my homes.
Although the world is my home, had I not spent the starting years in Colorado, I don't think I would be who I am today.
Although, for my childhood, I spent most of it in Denver and La Veta, Colorado. Snowcapped mountains, clear blue skies, and deep red soil, Colorado was an amazing place to begin life. If I had not spent a chunk of my life there, never would I have known my love for skiing; the thrill of going down a snow covered mountain kept my heart pounding with excitement.
I picked out my first dog in Colorado, the first Christmas I can remember was in Colorado, winning Grand Champion in 4-H, my first horse, first school crush, meeting my stepdad, receiving a new little brother, saying good bye to old and saying hello to the new. Colorado has defined my early years and held my homes.
Although the world is my home, had I not spent the starting years in Colorado, I don't think I would be who I am today.
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