Cemented memories

Hey everybody! what’s up? 

Right now it’s currently 5:38am in the morning because I have to get ready for school.

but to get to the main point of this post!!!!

While I was trying to fix my mop that people call hair, I was thinking about things changing. Like how things can change for good or bad reasons. 

When I was born into this tiny town, my family lived on a small road that was ALL dirt. It was so small that back then only 2 houses were on it, but that’s okay because we are SUPER close with our neighbors. Then about two years ago, I got up one morning and saw something that changed my life.

When I looked on the window, the first thing I saw was a new, and improved, paved road. There was cement on all my memories I had growing up. I learned how to ride my bike on the dirt road. That’s where we would all find our rock friends and play with them. It was horrible, I was so mad as well! 

After a few months or so passed, I decided that it might be an okay thing. It meant we could skateboard or that we could rollerblade, and I learned it was pretty awesome.

So I guess that sometimes good things can come from bad things, the hurt goes away but it’s things like this that you’ll never forget. 

When you think of change what’s the first thing that comes to your head? 

someone, somewhere, online.

P.s. my birthday is so soon and I’m super excited guys! 

P.p.s. I hope you have a really great day ๐Ÿ™‚


11 thoughts on “Cemented memories

  1. The first thing that comes to my mind when I think of change is new memories and hey maybe wonderful and unforgettable memories in my life. BTW I am Violet Grace but you can call me nerdywritinggirl. I just created my blog and your blog is so beautiful. You can also check out mine

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