Yesteryears

Wow, it's been a while since I've written, it's amazing what one does in the between time! Since my last post, my class is over, I'm no longer reading Dracula, and it's well into August. I like August the most of the summer months. Mind you, it's surely hotter, and you can't stand being outside for more than a few hours, but the whole aspect of it being closer to the end has always made me love it more. I still have a few days to go camping or swimming, and I actually get excited to go back to work and school, since I've done my fair share of sleeping. It also brings nostalgia for summers past, when school wasn't such a big of a problem as it is now.

I was watching home movies with my mom and sister, and there was an old family reunion when my grandparents were on a mission in Chicago, that it must have been when I was twelve or thirteen, and it was very amusing. It was made at my grandparents' house when they were away, and seeing cousins that have gone past their teens now who were in diapers, aunts who have different pants and hairstyles, and my lovable self as a preteen who looked very awkward and skinny. There was a part when my cousins were all jumping into this incredibly small swimming pool and my sister delegating the line of kids who wanted to jump in. I was obviously in the background because I considered the pool too cold, a fact that still rings true today when I go swimming. But my sister and I had a good laugh at this moment, as well as others: when my little cousin Alex played "The Train" and it only consisted of one note, when my aunt Diane wore her "kindergarten smock" that we think she still might be wearing, my dad filming us shuck corn and commenting that the flies love it too, and all of us at the end holding up our family reunion sign to send our love to our grandparents. Aw, tear. I couldn't help but being a little choked at the fact that years do pass so quickly, and I was very young and didn't know what was ahead of me in the future. I wished I could have had one more chance to go back to being twelve, and feeling like I had the world at my feet.

Now, as college is coming to my last semester and I'm still thinking about what I'm going to do, I still appreciate the fact that I had some great summers under my belt. I just had my wisdom teeth out, and with my black eye from the surgery and my cheeks like a chipmunk, I still feel good. I still have some chances to have fun, and I hope I can take advantage of them. I just hope people will understand if I wear an eye patch.