Childhood

This afternoon I decided to relax for a bit and so I took out a box of photographs of my childhood.
I mean, I'm not old now, but these pictures tended to range from when I was a baby until I was about seven (being that I'm now eighteen, these were from over a decade of my life ago... woah.).

As I flipped through them, I reflected (as I tend to do...). While I have always known this, I was suddenly overcome with the fact of what an utterly wonderful childhood I had. I mean, are there aspects of it I would like to have gone differently? Yes, but that is simply how life goes. One always can think, in hindsight, of things he or she would have changed, if he or she had the chance.

Growing up, however reluctant I may be to do so at times, is so important, because, without it, I would not have the memories that I do. I think the most important thing that one can do is to keep memories, especially happy ones, very close. And to make more memories, ones to reflect on later in life.

That's what college can be for. I've fallen increasingly more in love with my college of choice, and even though I may long for something else at times, I know that this college will be wonderful and extremely helpful in helping me emerge as a strong young woman.

I've decided to have the best time possible in my last month of High School ever, because I am saddened to be leaving, to go on to the bigger world. Whenever I feel nervous I tell myself that this is what I've dreamed of ever since I was about eight.

And I just can't wait.