Long time no post
Another year turns and yet another month has faded. Bringing me closer to the crazy holiday rush and another birthday.
It's times like these that the Nostalgia really starts kicking in. It was only yesterday when John, Arik, Ryan, and I were singing the national anthem for Graduation.
And the football games, standing on the sideline waiting for my chance to play, and then just tearing it up on JV, having fun and making shit up as we went.
I remember Danny and the Flaming couch. That poor shovel.
Speaking of Flames.....I remember a certain improvised flamethrower and the smell of gasoline following for burritos. Ha good times.
I miss choir with Erin. and jazz with Mark...
Sometimes I miss all the DRAMA....but then again....
And freshmen year...one work Oklahoma... maybe a second weight lifting.
Most of all I wonder where everyone is. what is happening with all of you, and I hope that you are all happy doing and being what ever you wanted and whatever you dreamed.
Moving further back, I remember Chase the Cameraman...in middle school I remember going down to the little kids school for recess part of Peer Helpers and watching the kids play tag. I decided to pretend I was filming the action scene of a bunch of jungle rug-rats chasing after someone...Predict what happens next, the kids saw me and all of a sudden the game isn't tag it's chase the cameraman. I still remember the giggles and how amazingly fast the kids were.
I remember Jazz With B. The crazy good times that I had in her band classes.
I remember my first note that I wrote to a girl...And slipped it in her lunch box...No "check yes or no" just an I think your great and my phone number!...I was so brave back then...or maybe naive.
moving further back I remember being Called Davy Crockett and building the Alamo out of blocks with Brett Plickard (Spelling is probably off) and Geoff Arbo.
I also remember going over to Brett’s house and watching wrestling, and then playing his Sega.
I remember my second and third grade teacher Mrs. Burke. just a great overall influence even though she sentenced me to many recesses sitting in her classroom.
And I remember the Drawing books. I used to sit on top of the slide and draw cartoons from the learn to draw books.
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Life is only moments. There are good ones, and there are bad. But know that moments stay for as long or as short as you want them to. I could give you many moments of my life. all different and Exciting, but nobody knows everything. And to give you All of the moments of my life is a scary thought. (and might take a REALLY REALLY long time) I guess that's just part of who I am. Some of you share many moments with me. some share a few, but know that every moment is something I look upon very dearly as I grow older. Yeah I know 22 isn't super old, but it does seem to change my Perspective a bit. Eventually when I’m finally old and gray (Maybe even bald) and Borders finally releases my soul things will begin to fit into a picture.
Until then all we have are moments or......
a jigsaw of me~
David
It's times like these that the Nostalgia really starts kicking in. It was only yesterday when John, Arik, Ryan, and I were singing the national anthem for Graduation.
And the football games, standing on the sideline waiting for my chance to play, and then just tearing it up on JV, having fun and making shit up as we went.
I remember Danny and the Flaming couch. That poor shovel.
Speaking of Flames.....I remember a certain improvised flamethrower and the smell of gasoline following for burritos. Ha good times.
I miss choir with Erin. and jazz with Mark...
Sometimes I miss all the DRAMA....but then again....
And freshmen year...one work Oklahoma... maybe a second weight lifting.
Most of all I wonder where everyone is. what is happening with all of you, and I hope that you are all happy doing and being what ever you wanted and whatever you dreamed.
Moving further back, I remember Chase the Cameraman...in middle school I remember going down to the little kids school for recess part of Peer Helpers and watching the kids play tag. I decided to pretend I was filming the action scene of a bunch of jungle rug-rats chasing after someone...Predict what happens next, the kids saw me and all of a sudden the game isn't tag it's chase the cameraman. I still remember the giggles and how amazingly fast the kids were.
I remember Jazz With B. The crazy good times that I had in her band classes.
I remember my first note that I wrote to a girl...And slipped it in her lunch box...No "check yes or no" just an I think your great and my phone number!...I was so brave back then...or maybe naive.
moving further back I remember being Called Davy Crockett and building the Alamo out of blocks with Brett Plickard (Spelling is probably off) and Geoff Arbo.
I also remember going over to Brett’s house and watching wrestling, and then playing his Sega.
I remember my second and third grade teacher Mrs. Burke. just a great overall influence even though she sentenced me to many recesses sitting in her classroom.
And I remember the Drawing books. I used to sit on top of the slide and draw cartoons from the learn to draw books.
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Life is only moments. There are good ones, and there are bad. But know that moments stay for as long or as short as you want them to. I could give you many moments of my life. all different and Exciting, but nobody knows everything. And to give you All of the moments of my life is a scary thought. (and might take a REALLY REALLY long time) I guess that's just part of who I am. Some of you share many moments with me. some share a few, but know that every moment is something I look upon very dearly as I grow older. Yeah I know 22 isn't super old, but it does seem to change my Perspective a bit. Eventually when I’m finally old and gray (Maybe even bald) and Borders finally releases my soul things will begin to fit into a picture.
Until then all we have are moments or......
a jigsaw of me~
David