Sophmore year is the last time you get to be immature. I can already feel my wild imagination and age catching up to me. My greatest fear currently is growing to 18 and becoming one of the slack jawed Adults who just live life day by day, night by night, year by year. Nothing occuring to them but the stock portfolio, or the next cup of joe. I am already grown to the point death is just a familiar gust that hits us all. It had gotten kinda weird for me that at the sight of death I do not waver.
So now I figured out what to do. A person's life is defined by the memories created while there. It could've been a long and stressful terrible memory, but people when they pass that painful and troubling portion for their life they can look back. Even a highly embarassing event can cause a few laughs and a "Ah, good times...". My greatest memories I know will be of my Friends. Antwana and Brandon, we have done so much stupid stuff in our short 3 years of being a figurative "Circle" that it is impossible to imagine even going somewhere major without my friends kicking it with me.
I don't wanna grow up either, i'm afraid as well, but I think it will also be exciting as well. :)
ReplyDeleteI agree. When you're young you want to be older. Now that we're older, we wish we had less responsibilities as they start piling on us.
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