It is a weird thing to go back to your hometown. I grew up in a small town, and contrary to what all people might believe, it was not backward, redneck, or boring. Yes, I might have complained in high school that there was nothing to do, but we always found something to do and had fun doing it. I grew up in a town where sports was life. If there was ever an away football game, my town became somewhat of a ghost town. I was a softball player turned cheerleader...I always thought this disappointed my dad, but he nonetheless supported me in EVERY game I cheered in. Good family. Good town. Good life.
I went to a basketball game with my mom tonight. It has been 5 years since I graduated. Some things never change--the skirts were too short, the make-up too thick. There was an overwhelming sense of high school. 5 years ago, I too wore skirts that were too short and make-up that was too thick. I have been through many stages since leaves the premises of this high school. There was the "I was a cheerleader in high school" stage, followed by "I cheered in high school and survived" stage. Shortly, the "I can't believe I wore that" stage kicked in. During this stage, I believed that everything...I mean everything...was wrong. Proudly, I can now look back or go back and visit and not be disgusted by the short skirts (and whatever else). I can look at them and know that was a good time in life, and I turned out ok.
I grew up in a small town. I'm ok. :)BB.
It is official. I am a blogger. I have no idea who on earth will read this, but to those who will an introduction is in order. I am Britney. 23. English Teacher. Wife. Aunt. Sister. Daughter. I love to write. It makes me feel alive, like I have something to offer that will be a little more important than spoken words. That being said, I do not claim to be an excellent writer...or even a good one. So, here I am. End of introduction.
Have you even been sitting on your couch or at your desk and something from your past just come over you? For instance, I was sitting in the passenger seat of my car the other day, and all of a sudden I remembered how my dad used to come in late at night to turn my lava lamp off. I remember I would try so very hard to stay awake until he came in, and if I did, we would argue over who loved the other the most. Random I know. I told it to my husband, and he gave me the "that's nice" face, and we moved on to something else.
I sometimes wish I could write down the thoughts I have during the day...you know just the random things I think when a student asks me a stupid question or I see something odd on the side of the road, so I guess I will use this blog for those things... and just ideas in general.
If anyone does happen across this, enjoy.
BB.
