Curve balls

Life keeps throwing me curve balls this summer. These events haven't exactly been small ones (for me, at least). I've been looking through previous blog posts and I can't help thinking that, in such a short frame of time, that I've probably grown up in ways that I hadn't seen coming. I find myself not wanting to do certain activities I had once found fun because the entertainment value of it has worn off for me. Growing up sucks sometimes.

Some of this weekend's events has definitely got me thinking about a few things and about where I stand on a few things that impact my life in big ways. Whether or not I can withstand the events that could potentially transpire remains to be seen but I think I'm ready to handle it. And if I'm not, I know I have the best support system that I call friends ever.

I can't believe that it's the 10th anniversary of 9/11 already. I can remember that morning so well (that afternoon at school is pretty much gone from memory). I can remember hanging out with and talking to my best friends at the time during study hall at school, playing with the class rat, going to the nurses' office because of said rat. The nurses' office is when I first heard mention of what had happened. At home, I can remember watching the news in my mom's room as they displayed footage of what happened in NYC. What was scary for me was the fact that I lived in New York. I might not have been living in NYC but to a 7th grader, just living a couple of hours away was enough to scare me.