I’m picking a good memory because I don’t want to be depressing. One day I could take back is from a few years ago. I was at a football game, I don’t really remember what kind of game it was. I think I was a sophomore when this happened. Emily had to be cheering at this game or I wouldn’t have gone to it, but yet I don’t think my mom was even there at the game in the first place. Anyways, it was a football game and normally I don’t have too much fun at football games because I don’t get football at all. I went and whatever reason why I did and I ended up having one of the best nights ever. It’s starting to get me, it was a middle school game. I remember now because there a lot more middle school teachers there. It’s all starting to come back to me now.
I went to this game. Expecting the worst. I thought I’d see a few people I knew and talk to them and at least watch some of the game. I think I only watched the first quarter and then had the time of my life the rest of the time. I hung out with my sister’s friends. I had been talking to them for weeks and I remember we were all excited to hang out that night at the game. As always, the first thing I do when I get to a football game is wait for people I know to come in. I know it sounds stralkerish, but when you’re lonely all the time, at least finding a person to talk to for twenty minutes is better than none. I remember hanging around with them and causing havoc all night long. I remember even the girls sitting on a skateboard one of the boys had and I pushed them down the hill and it was so hilarious! It was probably the slowest I’d ever go down that hill.