My Picture

This was another assignment for class...it's rather old though...just thought I would post it. I was unable to upload the picture being talked about in this blog, sorry guys. (It's a human pyramid of about 7-9 grade 6 kids)
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Every time I look back on this photo, I remember what a loser I was and how naive about everything I was. I thought I had a lot of friends, but in all honesty everyone in this photo consists of every person I associated with until half way through grade eight. I had no idea James would become a very good friend of mine, didn't realize I would be working with Caleb Chan for several years, and never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined I was to be lucky enough to be dating Jazmyn Norrie through high school.(all people in this photo)

This photo was taken at my eleventh birthday party. I organized the whole party myself: I decided what we were going to eat, drink, who was going to be invited, what games we were going to play, what was going to be in the goody bags, and I even decided when the party would start and end. It was a fun enough party, half the time was spent outside building snow forts and snow men.

Whenever I look at this picture I gasp in disbelief at how much that room has changed. There are two enormous bay windows on the far left wall, and the walls, floor, and ceiling are now decorated in a sweet smelling pine. That table was burned along with the old, rickety, chairs, and the stereo speaker barely visible on the far left has been replaced with a warm and inviting wood stove. The couch has been moved to another area, and an antique coffee table sits smack dab in the center of the room. It's quite nice.

Every time I look at this photo I'm shocked at how much people have lost or gained weight, and how I haven't communicated with some of them in several years.

Every time I look back on this photo I remember what a loser I was and how naive about everything I was. I wish I could go back and warn the eleven-year-old version of myself about life, eggs, and rotten fruit. I wish I could warn him of the dangers of not doing math home work and joining band. I wish I could warn him about tests, exams, essays, and little writing assignments that McCallum hands out now and then.

Time Flies.