With high school coming to an end so quickly I am constantly reminiscing back to when I was younger and how easy it seemed. With the dooming thought of "it only gets harder from here" looming over my head it seems like such a wonderful idea to just go back to elementary school when things were so much more simple for myself and my peers. While I was never very good at sports I was wonderful at reading. I had books piled high, in my bedroom, on my desk, in my backpack, everywhere! My parents would often have to get onto me for reading when I should be in bed.
But why wouldn't I love to read? I was an only child, with a big imagination, I didn't always have the luxury of always having someone to run and play at the creek with or even always
But why wouldn't I love to read? I was an only child, with a big imagination, I didn't always have the luxury of always having someone to run and play at the creek with or even always