Rambling Autobiography
I was born in the middle of a February blizzard. I experienced grace at age seven and grasped its impact at nineteen. My path was altered on a gloomy day in June. Taylor Swift sings anthems of my adolescence. It's a hard knock life for us. Coffee is a faithful friend. I fell in love with a place I hated. Sunsets remind me that you exist. Pictures hold memories that should never be lost. Kindergarten acquaintance turned into life-long best friend. Summer is tie-dyed hands. I still remember lazy Saturday mornings waking up to the dull buzz of the lawnmower and the smell of freshly cut, crisp green grass. You've taught me more than I've ever taught you. Childhood is country music, Barbie dolls, swing sets, and little sisters. I love the sound of laughter. Black licorice, discount soda, and that old diner always make me think of you. Thunderstorms and heights hold equal terror. I love the contentment that spending a day at the beach brings: a sleepy, tired, happy hunger that lingers for hours after departure. A camp in a small town in Pennsylvania will forever hold my heart. You are my sunshine. Northern skies will always be home.