Writer's Block: Vacation Time
What was your most memorable vacation, and why?
I have a couple of memorable vacations. My most memorable vacation would have to be summer of 1994. Yep, that far back. This year was just an all-around great year for me. I dropped like 65 pounds before graduating from high school. Alone, I took a trip back home to Selma, Alabama to see my old friends again. Although, I had a great time seeing old friends and family, the visit was somewhat bittersweet. Drugs had done a number on communities and familes that were very close to me. I visited old places that I often hung out at and boy there was such a change. But, overall it was great. I partied with my best friend and got the attention of some guys from school that didn't even know I existed. It's funny what dropping a couple of pounds will do for your social life.
My family wanted me to stay with them. But, I knew that if I would have stayed with my uncles I would have been on lock down. And I wasn't having that. So of course my uncle ratted me out to my mother. He called my mother all the way in New York, just to tell her that I wouldn't stay with them. Him calling her was the prime example as to why I didn't want to be there with them in the house all day. It's enough Selma has only one movie theater, two clubs and one mall; but then for me to be in the house all day. I don't think so.
Anywhooooo, here are some pics of another vacation to my sweet home Alabama years later. The pics are of the famous Edmund Pettus Bridge. Martin Luther King Jr. marched across that bridge to Montgomery, Ala.
I'm just here going down memory lane because I haven't been on a real vacation in a while.
I have a couple of memorable vacations. My most memorable vacation would have to be summer of 1994. Yep, that far back. This year was just an all-around great year for me. I dropped like 65 pounds before graduating from high school. Alone, I took a trip back home to Selma, Alabama to see my old friends again. Although, I had a great time seeing old friends and family, the visit was somewhat bittersweet. Drugs had done a number on communities and familes that were very close to me. I visited old places that I often hung out at and boy there was such a change. But, overall it was great. I partied with my best friend and got the attention of some guys from school that didn't even know I existed. It's funny what dropping a couple of pounds will do for your social life.
My family wanted me to stay with them. But, I knew that if I would have stayed with my uncles I would have been on lock down. And I wasn't having that. So of course my uncle ratted me out to my mother. He called my mother all the way in New York, just to tell her that I wouldn't stay with them. Him calling her was the prime example as to why I didn't want to be there with them in the house all day. It's enough Selma has only one movie theater, two clubs and one mall; but then for me to be in the house all day. I don't think so.
Anywhooooo, here are some pics of another vacation to my sweet home Alabama years later. The pics are of the famous Edmund Pettus Bridge. Martin Luther King Jr. marched across that bridge to Montgomery, Ala.
I'm just here going down memory lane because I haven't been on a real vacation in a while.