Your life can be taken in a matter of....

     There was this recent incident a few days ago where there was a car accident and two died. They were in the car with four people and the two that died didn't have a seat belt on, and they were the back seat passengers. They tried to swerve past hitting a deer and crashed into a tree. The two that died were mother and daughter; 37 and 14. The mom was my brothers friends mom and the fourteen year old was a girl that I went to school with at Unity Point in 6th grade until she moved to Herrin. I never got close to her but we considered each other as friends.
     It was unbelievable. It just couldn't get transferred in my brain and mind that they were actually gone and couldn't come back. Just writing this makes me sad, thinking about all their family and friends who loved and cared for them. How hard it must be for them. The mom was a single parent and she left her sons behind. Some people just think that you have to be super old to die, but that's wrong. Your life can be taken in a matter of seconds. Any day, anytime, and anywhere. It's sad to think but everyone is going to have to go through it; young or old.

Bawlbaby

     I've always been very emotional as a child. I've overcome that a little but its still there. But I wasn't like Chris crying over every single thing that didn't go his way. He cried when his team didn't win and a whole of little minor things that didn't need to be cried over. When his brother broke his things.
     Now looking back over my past and my tears do seem silly. Even my sister who is three years younger than me, she always said that I was such a cry baby when I was younger. She was always tougher than me, she was the main one that made me cry. When we got into fights she would talk and talk and talk then she would start hitting me. Well my mom said not to hit her back just to tell one of my parents. Well that worked out because my parents never did anything but when I hit her, it was whole differ story. I never thought that was fair and I would cry because of that. Even though that was in my younger days, it still sometimes creeps back up.

Ahhhh first crush...

     My first crush.... ahhh way too long ago. Chris's first crush was Paula Whitson and he always tried and wanted to be seen and around her or with her. He wanted to be with her and have her as his girlfriend. He would think that he was about to show off in front of her but then something would happen.
    I think my first crush happened in second grade. There was this boy that I thought was super cute. But like I said we were in second grade and neither of us had a cell phone and its not like we wanted one. We hung out every day at school and played togeher at recess. Each day felt like we were getting closer and closer together. Well we didnt really know what it meant to be boyfriend/girlfriend but if we did, thats what would of happened. We didn't know the meaning of love we were just learning how to write in cursive and learning new words everyday but love never crossed my mind. As I think about my second grade year with him, I really can only remember me and him at recess behind this castle/tower on the playground. We just talked and laughed. Being a child seemed so easy.

Hmmm... Childhood Temper Times :(

     I don't really have a big temper, I don't usually start throwing things but I do try to break or stretch something. But I do get an attitude really quickly. My attitude usually comes from my parents and my sister, my brother and I are really cool. When I was younger, when I got really mad I would charge to my room and slam the door. I would try and find something to break, like a necklace or a bracelet. It could be an object that I don't care anything about or something very special. When I got really mad, I didn't think about my actions and the consequences of it until I calmed down. Which was a bad habit because I would get in trouble even more and then after I settled down would be like, that was my special necklace that I broke.
     There was this time when I had this Mickey Mouse doll that I loved very much. Well my sister and I got into a fight, I can't remember why. This happened a while back. But she went outside and started throwing it everywhere. In the grass, dirt, concrete everywhere. I got so mad, I then went to get my sisters zebra stuffed animal. I decided to get that becuase zebras are my sister favorite animal. If she wanted to mess with my stuff, then it was only fair if we got even and I got her things. Well when I did get her zebra, my mom stopped me before I could do anything else. She made me give it back to my sister and my sister gave mine back to me. I got really mad and had an attitude. I went to my room and slammed the door. Once I did slam  the door my dad got onto me about it. "We don't slam doors in this house" I got even angrier. So I went and laid down in my bed for a moment, and thought of what I could do to my sister. I decided that I was going to go into my sister's room and mess it up. Knock every thing down, steal some of her things and leave. I got out of my bed and actually did do it. But my sister came in on me and started crying really loud, so my mom came in. She got so so so mad at me, she sent me to my room. Overall I was satisfied with what I had done but there were also the consequences that I didn't recognize. My mom made me clean up all the mess I made and the whole room. I could never win and still can't.