Sunday, March 20, 2011

I Think Too Much

I drove to my elementary school and sat in the parking lot. As the tears rolled down my cheeks I remembered the old days, when the only things you had to worry about were catching cooties from the boys and who you would end up marrying in the game of MASH. I thought about the day my principal jumped off the swing-set and broke his arm, the day I won the hula hoop contest, the straight As, my Beauty & The Beast book-bag, the hour long bus rides...The list goes on; with every new memory comes at least two more.

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