The best time of a kid’s life is undoubtedly the Summer. No school, no worries, and living in Wisconsin, no snow. It’s just you, your friends, and 100 days to make that Summer the greatest time of your life. For me, I’ve got about 3 real Summers left. After that, instead of my summers being filled with adventures and fun, they’ll be full of internships, and worry. So you can see where I’m coming from when I say I try to live my life to the greatest extent possible. However, a few years ago, before I had to worry about my dwindling number of Summers left, I found a place that would soon become my second home, with people that would become my second family. To everyone else on planet earth, the Uselding household looks like a regular home
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It’s where I found love, it’s where I tasted victory, and it was also home, to some of the greatest memories I’ve ever made.
Now I never knew Zach, the oldest of the 4 Uselding children really well until about 6th grade when i started hanging out with him and my other friend Derek. We had gone to the same elementary school so we were friends but we never became close until that Summer, The Summer going into 6th grade. One day I was told to go over to the Uselding house, and this was the first time I had ever gone, so I didn’t know what to expect. I showed up and couldn’t believe how many kids they fit into that house. There were kids from all different ages and they were everywhere. In the house, in the streets, they were even in the woods behind the house: everywhere. It was like a circus, and I was a spectator. I had no idea that over the years, I would become a performer. Now there are countless incidents that have occurred over the years there but there are a few that I’ll never forget. This year 's 4th of July is one of the ones I won’t forget any time soon. From a haircut, to a foot on fire, that night was one I’ll look back on for ages. It all started around 9 in the morning when Zach called me and asked if we had any plans …show more content…
It’s a string of nights from 6th and 7th grade that weren’t exciting, weren’t dangerous, weren’t even that fun, they were just quiet and different from nights these days. We spent hours playing wiffle ball and worrying about who our teacher was going to be. We didn’t worry about what college we were going to, or what we wanted to do with our lives, we worried about what the teams for wiffle ball were going to be. There was no drama, no worries, it was just plain easy. The nights themselves weren’t memorable, but the feeling was. The feeling that I’d die to feel right now. The feeling that 's so easy to miss and so hard to find. I just remember sitting in the Uselding garage thinking to myself, “You know this is pretty nice what we’ve got right here.” I’d kill to go back to that time, it was just so much easier. So much calmer. I’d do anything for those days, and that feeling. That feeling will never leave my memory, and I’m convinced that the only place I’ll find it, is in the Uselding
It’s where I found love, it’s where I tasted victory, and it was also home, to some of the greatest memories I’ve ever made.
Now I never knew Zach, the oldest of the 4 Uselding children really well until about 6th grade when i started hanging out with him and my other friend Derek. We had gone to the same elementary school so we were friends but we never became close until that Summer, The Summer going into 6th grade. One day I was told to go over to the Uselding house, and this was the first time I had ever gone, so I didn’t know what to expect. I showed up and couldn’t believe how many kids they fit into that house. There were kids from all different ages and they were everywhere. In the house, in the streets, they were even in the woods behind the house: everywhere. It was like a circus, and I was a spectator. I had no idea that over the years, I would become a performer. Now there are countless incidents that have occurred over the years there but there are a few that I’ll never forget. This year 's 4th of July is one of the ones I won’t forget any time soon. From a haircut, to a foot on fire, that night was one I’ll look back on for ages. It all started around 9 in the morning when Zach called me and asked if we had any plans …show more content…
It’s a string of nights from 6th and 7th grade that weren’t exciting, weren’t dangerous, weren’t even that fun, they were just quiet and different from nights these days. We spent hours playing wiffle ball and worrying about who our teacher was going to be. We didn’t worry about what college we were going to, or what we wanted to do with our lives, we worried about what the teams for wiffle ball were going to be. There was no drama, no worries, it was just plain easy. The nights themselves weren’t memorable, but the feeling was. The feeling that I’d die to feel right now. The feeling that 's so easy to miss and so hard to find. I just remember sitting in the Uselding garage thinking to myself, “You know this is pretty nice what we’ve got right here.” I’d kill to go back to that time, it was just so much easier. So much calmer. I’d do anything for those days, and that feeling. That feeling will never leave my memory, and I’m convinced that the only place I’ll find it, is in the Uselding