#12 Flashbacks Are Force Habit

Tomorrow's Monday...this means back to school. Oh! The irony! Haha, well, I guess it's not that bad...but still - school is a headache.

I managed to finish all my homework on time but I still need to make up this one assignment that I didn't do. I'll just make it up before this marking period ends.

Today I went to a barbecue. It's an annual bbq which I attend every year. On the way there, I flashed back to the first time I attended it. I remembered that I was very shy and afraid to try the Greek food because I wasn't used to it. I couldn't even finish one lamb chop by myself. The dog that resides there was only 3 years old. I wore dorky clothes that my mom picked out and the daughter of the party was only 2. And in a blink of an eye, the dog's already 10 and the little girl is now 9. Heck, we're already 1/3 into 2009...another 2/3 and it's already 2010!

When I got home, I saw my neighbor helping his father put something up. I remember I used to roam the streets with him and his brother on our bikes every single day. When it got dark, we ran back home and grabbed our flashlights and continued roaming the streets.
There was this time where I scrapped my knee really bad and I couldn't stand up to walk. His brother carried me to my door and everyone watched as my parents bandaged me up. By everyone, I mean the 5 kids that lived on my block.
I see them walking with their friends sometimes and I wonder if they ever think back about those bicycle days. Everyone has their own life now. That big brother is now in his twenties and my other neighbors are starting to prep for college. Maybe it's too late to get everyone together and hang out again.

I realize as the days become longer, I start to remember more about the past. I miss it a lot. Wish I could never grow older.

I think this is it for now. I'm going to start giving my entries a title if I can. That way people will know what it's about...unless you think I shouldn't and keep it a surprise. Haha.

Thanks for reading. Comment? or not.