A walk in my shoes.

Twenty years old, that's how old i am. Twenty years seems like such a short time, but still seems like such a long time. The concept of time is interesting, "Time flies when your having fun." "Time seems to be dragging on today." Time being superficial doesn't surprise me. Our past being made up of memories, some with enough detail to transport you back in time. Other memories just fragments. Fragments of a story that is all your own. A story that makes up who we are and who we become, shapes our futures and molds our present. My story is different, different from everyone else and therefor its a story worth telling. I came onto this earth 20 years ago with a traditional hospital birth. being the first child my parents had i have been told all the stories of how lucky they were. My birth did come with complications tho. i almost didn't make it, and that's just one thing to remind me of my mortality. My parents were newly married when they had me. Town house, new Child, new dog, starting their American dream. Not much time had passed until we were moving into our own New house, i don't remember a lot of that time only pictures. a lot of them just of me usually making a mess, or climbing our pantry, and just being your typical two year old. Then my sister comes long. My life changes I'm a brother. there is a younger being other than me in the house. Me and my sister were a bit rocky in our relationship together. she'd pester me, id pester her. it was a vicious cycle between the two of us. i remember being younger and worrying some days that we wouldn't end up with a good relationship. Life was good, i started kindergarten at 5 years. Meet more friends from my neighbor hood. Days were simple we played outside every day. Catch in the street, tag in someones backyard, building forts in the local woods, we got dirty and weren't afraid of it. Now only 4 years after my sister was born i was 7. My parents American dream fell apart. They fought a lot and my dad moved out and in with his brother. Talk about a loss of innocence. We moved out of our house and adopted away the dog i grew up with. The place we moved too was a small apartment about 20 minutes away from where we were, too far to go to the same school. As luck had it one of the friends i had made, by force almost because we had assigned seating on my bus in First Grade, and i was forced to sit by him. Luckily we became good friends and he ended up moving to the same apartment complex we did. At this time i was in second grade, new school, and making friends came easy and it didn't take long to settle in and be happy in this apartment. As luck would have it though after a year my mom had decided to move. This entire time I'm going to see my dad every other weekend and traveled up to an hour by car away just to see him. Me, My mom, and sister ended up moving up to where I am living now. Adjusting to this move was harder. I clearly remember spending days upon days just getting used to the new area I'm in. Ive had to move schools 2 times now, lost a great multitude of friends, and now that i look back on it I almost remember being reluctant to make new friends, and even focus on school. most of my third grade i remember zoning out and not paying attention in class. Third grade wasn't a great time to me. Although Forth grade was a bit better and i had made a couple friends. then come 5th grade me and two other of my friends were inseparable, very easily got mistaken as triplets. From 5th grade to all the way through high school life continued forward. I start to notice girls and learn deeper and more about who i am. High school was a defining period for me, my friends changed and they are now the closest people to me, closer than family. we were the wierd fun people. we would dance and sing during our lunch.