CNF: Nostalgia

When I look back on my life I remember specific things. My first memory is when my baby brother spoke his own language that only I could interpret; mom and dad always came looking for me when he started talking. When we were looking for houses to move into in Sacramento, I remember wanting nothing more than to sit on the couch because my 4 year old feet were worn out. In November of second grade, when we took our family vacation to Disneyland, the only thing on my mind was lying down especially after experiencing Space Mountain for the first and only time. In third grade my aunt took my brothers and I to a beach, I remember we shivered more than we basked in the sun. I realized how much I loved the sea salt wind when it was blowing my hair every direction. What I remember most about the early years of elementary school were my two very best friends, Chrissy Camilleri and Alexandria Valdez. Through the birthday parties, sleepovers and the depressing change of schools we became sisters. Swim team, swimming my first 100 yard race. "85% on the first 25 yards, 90% on the 50, give 100% on the 75, and everything you have on that final spring." That's what ran through my head in my older brother's stern voice as I hopped on the block. Twenty push-ups after the exhausting races because I took a breath coming off the wall or before my flip. Pasteur Middle School, the only sense of preparing for school was pulling on my pants and slipping on my shirt, I loved uniforms because it made it easy to get going in the morning. Casa Roble, full grown "boys" in the same classes as baby freshman. Homecoming; dresses, shoes, jewelry, hair, make up, pictures, dinner, date. I miss the memories that made me smile. I miss the memories that made my throat close and tears well up in my eyes. I will always have a strong longing for my future.