It's a few hours before my Calculus exam and here I am being the biggest procrastinator. Nothing new really.
The other day, I found pictures of me as a child. I don't mean to be conceited, but I was such a gorgeous baby and child!(I wonder what happened as I grew older.) It felt as if a gate opened for me as well. I remembered so many great times, so much history and love. All of the places and people I'd met were fresh in my mind once again. I wanted to go back and feel as I did back then, happy and listless. As I walked out the door on my way to class, I put the pictures on my vanity and made a mental note to keep them safe once I returned home. When I did return, I took a longer while inspecting them. I realized that the good memories, they weren't as good as I thought. I saw a tormented child in my elementary pictures. There was I, a black sheep, among all the other school kids. I remembered being bullied and poor. I can't change things though, so I'll just move on and take what I learned, the good and the bad.
