Sometimes things happen and there is nothing we can do. 

In my old neighborhood there was this lady my mom told me not to talk to her because she was crazy. I was about 7 when this happened. When my mom was making dinner I went outside because I was bored. I went all around to see if I  could find any of the neighbor kids to play with. I saw the woman feeding the squirrels I went up to talk to her because she seemed so lonely and sad. Every day for about a week maybe I would go outside and talk to this woman she was so sweet and she let me feed the squirrels. I learned that she had a daughter but she was gone. I never asked what happened to her because I didn’t want to make her sad. I and this lady would talk for hours she would listen to my stories about kids at school, and my pet cat sugar. One day I went out to see her but she was gone, I was sad because I enjoyed the time we had together. I never figured out what happened or why she left. The squirrels didn’t get fed anymore and everything seemed so gray. She was gone and there was nothing I could do. 

Growing up is tough 

I am trying to get a job. I just turned 16 in December and I didn’t know how hard it can be. I just came to the realization that i am closer to being an adult then i am to a kid. I would say i miss the times when i  would do stupied stuff shuch as, jumping off houses and getting splinters from tress that we were not supposed to climb. Or things like breaking bones and sprain ankles. But to be honest i dont miss thoes times because of things that were going on at home. The only thing i miss from being a kid like 4, 5 and 6 were you would not having to worry about anything. Some things were simpler when i was younger but i am happy its over. 

Its whats on the inside that counts 

When I was younger my mom took me to a rock store. I was super confused about why we went. Everything looked gray and brown, nothing had color or was pretty. As a kid, it seemed so boring and I just wanted to go home. But now that I know the true meaning behind the store and the rocks I would go 1000 times if I could. As we were walking into the store there was an old man. My mom let me wander away so I  talked to him. He told me he has had the shop for 25 years. I was just so confused and I asked him “Why have a shop full of ugly rocks when you could have a candy shop or like a build a bear”. He just looked at me a laugh i was so confused. The old man got up and showed me one of the rocks he took it near a chain a big chain. He cut it open and what I saw stays with me forever. It was so beautiful it was crystals. The man told me it’s what’s on the inside that counts. All the rocks in there were geo rocks with beautiful crystals in them all different colors and different shapes. And I never forgot it. 

The Smiths: Pretty Girls Make Graves.

“Upon the sand, upon the bay “There is a quick and easy way” you say Before you illustrate I’d rather state I’m not the man you think I am I’m not the man you think I am” Everyone has a secret no one is what they seem to be. “I could have been wild and I could have been free But nature played this trick on me” just because you want ot be someone you’re not you should always stay yourself. 

The apartment  beach blv

I grew up in this apartment. It was my childhood home. Me my sister and my mom. The three of us. This apartment was small it had a yellow paint on it when i lived there it was small. But it was mine. Inside we had a little couch, a small kitchen and 2 bedrooms. One mine and my sisters  one my moms. We lived in this apartment from when i was 5 to 10. After 10 I lived with my dad but i will never forget thoes 5 years in this apartment. It was mine. My childhood it was all there i greew up in this apartment.