I'm Laughing At My Own Jokes

Chapter Seven: You Remember That Too? Great.

Dear Childhood,

Hi. How are you? You sucked, but that happens. I suck too. We've had a lot of memories together. Like the time I hit my sister in the face with a metal shovel and she started crying blood. That was fun. Her scar faded, it's fine. And like the time I threw up outside of the band room. And all of those times I pretended to throw up in the bathroom, because I forgot homework. How else would I have passed seventh grade?

You ended sooner than I wish you had. But that's what a mental illness does, huh? Takes away your childhood. Makes you question anything and everything. Takes away your ability to trust anyone easily. Closes you off from the rest of the world. Makes you hate everything. For a while at least. But it isn't all bad. You come out stronger, more ready to take on the world. That's if you come out of it. Some people never do. You also become a deeper thinker, more creative in my experience. It also makes you feel three times better when you get out of it. Lots of things make me smile now. Sunrises, lakes and ponds, plants, patches of woods, creeks and streams, old bridges, the sound of birds in the early mornings, showers, sunshine, wind, camping (even just in the yard), being social, etc. But there's one thing that makes me happier than all of this. I'll talk about it in the last chapter.
Oh memories. I wish I could thINK OF SOME! I think of memories all the time, except when I want to or need to. A memory that I can never forget... EVER, is the time I saw Miley Cyrus live. It was when she still had dark hair, but was becoming more mature. For years as a kid, I loved Hannah Montana and Miley Cyrus. I had a bedspread and barbie's and I still have Season One of Hannah Montana on DVD. And I just watched every episode of it on Netflix during Christmas break after finishing the Office. Anyway, I was kind obsessed with Hannah Montana. I remember coming home from school on a Wednesday and my mom getting us into the car to go somewhere. We went to my Grandma's and I don't remember whose car we took for sure, but I think it was my Grandma's. Anyway, we drove down to Columbus and no matter how many places we thought of, my sister and I couldn't figure out where we were going. I think my Aunt might've been there, but it's been a couple years, so it's a bit blurry. We ate at this restaurant (my sister made a friend while we waited for food) and while we waited, we saw some limos go by. A couple black and a couple white. Then we saw a pink one that said Miley Cyrus. The cat was out of the bag. My aunt, I think, showed me the tickets and we left soon after, went to the concert, I probably looked like an idiot, went to bed near midnight, and went to school the next day, I think.

A more recent memory was on my last birthday. January 16th in 2015, there I was taking my exams. It sucked, but at least they would be over after the end of the day. So I power through my tests and go home, excited to see if I got iTunes money, since I had already spent all the money I got for Christmas and I wanted to buy some stuff for my game. I got home, got on the computer to watch Youtube for a couple hours since we got out of school early and I would be home alone. Around maybe three o'clock, the two dogs started barking and freaking out. I got up and looked out the window to see two men running down the road. One man had dark skin and was dressed like he was just going for a run. The other guy had light skin from what I could tell and a ski mask on. He was dressed in jeans and sneakers and a big carhartt coat. The first guy normal, like he was just going for a run. The second guy made me a bit suspicious. Then a short, red or maroon car pulled up. A girl in pink camouflage was driving. The car stopped and the men jumped in the car. The car pulled in the driveway and I panicked. We were being robbed! And I was home alone! So I immediately went to call my Dad and 911. I was going to call my Dad first as the police wouldn't care enough to get there before I had already been shot, but my dad would know to answer his phone if it was a call as I never call unless it's serious.I got the phone and began dialing as I went back to the window and the car was pulling out. I sighed of relief.

Soon after my sister got home, there was another visitor, this time it was the police. I called my mom and asked if i should open it since I'm not allowed to open the door to anyone, except my grandparents. My mom was hesitant before telling me to open the door, but to keep her on the phone. So I went out, talked to the police officer, told him what I saw, my name, and since it was my birthday, when he asked my age, I said thirteen until my mom corrected me through the phone. It was the most interesting experience of my entire life.

Anyway, you sucked except for a few exceptions, but that happens. I miss you.

~C. Everly