Comeback Kid
I have never been one to truly express myself. Well, at least not at this time in my life. It seems that the older I get, the more I start to remember little bits and pieces of my childhood and it's almost refreshing to remember what happiness felt like. I remember living in Hesperia and all the great friends I knew once. My favorite memory was that I was in a book club only it wasn't really a book club, just a group of little weird 8 year olds reading and sharing R.L. Stine books together because we had the highest reading levels in our grade and thought we were the coolest, silly, I know. I used to write short stories, paint and I loved to draw clothes and had dreams of being a designer. I did well in school, but the more I remember I am also reminded of how tough it was on my family because we were constantly moving around the city and every year become harder on my dad due to his injuries at the time. As years passed, we found ourselves moving to Glendora in a home that be