Thursday, April 3, 2008
I don't remember...
I don't remember the ending of the para sailing crash, getting the broken ankle. I don't remember placing sixth at regionals, when I was the number one seed, because of strepp, and because of this I don't remember state my senior year. I don't remember breaking up with her, I don't want to. I don't remember moving away for four years, or much of the four years I was there. I don't remember saying yes, or the consequences. I didn't remember leaving the light on. I don't remember what happened when I found out why it was. I don't remember hearing the news and I don't remember the struggles. I don't remember the date. I don't remember the time. I don't remember what will come of it. I don't sitting on the bench the first year of baseball, and I don't remember losing my varsity spot for a race.
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It's kind of funny to read passages like these because the sentences give some detail, but not enough to truly uderstand the situation. As a result, I believe that passages like these become more universal. It makes it so that anyone can relate to these events and sort of relive their past as well as learn about the writer's past.
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