When I was younger, life was always a little confusing, much like it is to the younger generation now. It hard to figure out what you want to do and where you are going. Things are not always very bright as people may think, there are the times when we question our existence. When your young, those are the precious times for things that happen then, will carry with you for years. Some can let them go but for others, they will let it devour the years to come. Yet for others they are good memories and can be used to build a beautiful life. I always had a very good attitude toward life in general, it had meaning for I filled my time with many sports. I was always challenging myself, to help others, better myself and always have a positive outlook. But in our lives we all make mistakes, but with out them we can not improve, and sometimes without warning, others seem to be there to help us out, when we can make mistakes without assistance. I am not perfect and I tended to make alot of mistakes not realizing the consequences and sometime life was not as as perfect for me as a preteen and teen as it looked on the surface. I liked to play it by ear, knowing all things happen for a reason. Now I can look back and realize all the dumb little things I did and as you get older, your mind matures and now you see the world different than you did at a younger age. My life was running and training and throughout my childhood things looked really extraordinary. But I had my childhood plagued with bullies and friends that main activity is to get into as much trouble as possible. ( this is just the first part will write more tommorrow.)
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I would love to hear more of this story i know what life is like and the rest of the story come to mind.. in the life of a child.. thank you hun for sharing your words hugs Angel♥
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