Where to start?

I suppose for those of us who aren't genuinely talented writers (cough cough Nastassia..lol.) the best place to start is the beginning. The beginning of what though? Where should one begin? It's always hard talking about yourself; yet, I suppose I'll give it a try.

I've grown up in Smyrna all my life. In the same old house on Baker Street. Just kidding, but I have lived in the same house on Hazelwood Drive all my life. I've grown up all my life respecting my elders, and being a polite little christian girl. I've grown up in church, worshipping a God I could fathom or see. I feel bad a lot looking back because I don't remember exactly the year or the month that I actually believed what I could physically see, but that's because I don't remember there being a time where I didn't believe. I guess that's what happens sometimes when you grow up in a church. You're so young you believe in anything and then you just keep believing when you're older.

Anyway, up until now I can't say I've had many life experiences like many people my age. I've never snuck out of the house, I've never watched a movie I wasn't supposed to, or really done anything I wasn't supposed to. Don't get me wrong, I did things that got me into trouble, but never anything drastic. I think the most dramatic thing I did as a kid to get myself into trouble was fall asleep with bubble gum in my mouth and when I woke up with it in my hair I was so afraid of getting in trouble I just cut it out instead, not knowing peanut butter would take it out; but live and learn I suppose. I guess I grew up to be the good church going girl that my parents wanted me to be, and really even though it's a dorky label, it makes me proud to have it. Many people lose it early in life, having a rebellious childhood or being a troublesome teenager, but I can't say I ever really went into anything like that. I got along with everyone, and many times better with people older than myself.

The only thing I can figure is since I just graduated last Friday night, it's got me thinking back on my past. Things I have and haven't done, things I still have time to do, and want to do. Dreams that never got fufilled and dreams that I haven't even began to attempt to fulfill yet. I hope to make my dreams come true. I hope to help others and do my best to make this world a better place for others. I love life, I love to live, I love to love. Maybe you can understand that.