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A few weeks ago i ventured up to the house that i grew up in. A house that now is something foreign to me and a place that will be a long time before i vist again. I was there packing boxes, throwing away clothes, putting clothes aside for my mother to store at my grandparents or take to good will. Among all the junk that I had accumulated i found some boxes that i wanted to bring back to my current house to go through at a later date.
A few days ago I was going through one of these boxes looking for old notebooks from past classes to aid in my studying for current classes. In the mist of throwing papers, notes, and old books I came across a memory from my days when life was simpler and I had not a care in the world except for looking cool when i pulled into the parking lot at the high school i attended. The item that i pulled out of this box was something so small that i almost didn't notice it among all the other clutered memories. I pulled it out sat it at the base of my monitor and have been staring at it for days, trying to figure out why it is that i keep thinking about it. This little item is the bar bell that was used when I had my eyebrow pierced over spring break my senior year of high school.
I didin't keep it in long. Only maybe 5 days at the most. I liked it alot. It was the first thing I had ever really done against my parents will. The reason why i took it out was for respect of one of my parents. The left the house when they realized that i had really done it and wasn't joking when i left the message on the maching from a phone 300 miles away. Out of respect for this parent I removed the ring the minute I realized how upset they were.
Now I want the piercing redone or maybe a tattoo. The respect for this parent was lost months ago and I can't tell if it was the loss of respect for this parent that has given me this urge or if it is simply something that i've decided independently from this feeling.
A few days ago I was going through one of these boxes looking for old notebooks from past classes to aid in my studying for current classes. In the mist of throwing papers, notes, and old books I came across a memory from my days when life was simpler and I had not a care in the world except for looking cool when i pulled into the parking lot at the high school i attended. The item that i pulled out of this box was something so small that i almost didn't notice it among all the other clutered memories. I pulled it out sat it at the base of my monitor and have been staring at it for days, trying to figure out why it is that i keep thinking about it. This little item is the bar bell that was used when I had my eyebrow pierced over spring break my senior year of high school.
I didin't keep it in long. Only maybe 5 days at the most. I liked it alot. It was the first thing I had ever really done against my parents will. The reason why i took it out was for respect of one of my parents. The left the house when they realized that i had really done it and wasn't joking when i left the message on the maching from a phone 300 miles away. Out of respect for this parent I removed the ring the minute I realized how upset they were.
Now I want the piercing redone or maybe a tattoo. The respect for this parent was lost months ago and I can't tell if it was the loss of respect for this parent that has given me this urge or if it is simply something that i've decided independently from this feeling.