Last entry was on November. It's not that I had forgotten about this blog, I just couldn't be bothered. So I'm back for today because I want to get this out of my system:
Looking back at a few photo albums, I remembered nostalgically at how carefree I lived as a child and pre-teen. Don't get me wrong... I'm still quite a reckless, happy-go-lucky person but as one gets older, there's all sorts of responsibilities put upon and stacked on your shoulders. There's worries and new fears. Tangible fears unlike that of a child's. I make myself sound old but in all honestly, maybe I'm just all new to this.
Thinking back, I have a lot of memories. I don't remember them all but right now and right after I finished looking through the albums, I had wished that I had more proof of these memories. Pictures, writings... something. Even names of people. It's frustrating seeing familiar faces and not being able to mention names. I'm fairly good with names too but there were some I just couldn't place. Maybe it's not too important; I knew all the names of my friends but I wanted more out of that memory in that picture. It's frustrating not to be able to tell how young or at what grade level I was looking myself at.
