Eighth Grade

Eighth grade was one of the best years of my life. Everything in my life was just so right and perfect at the time. I had no stress whatsoever. I still lived in Fremont, where I was close to everything - but most importantly, my friends. My best friends growing up, even until now, used to be 5 minutes away from me. Hanging out was just a call away. I remember how my bike was my favorite means of transportation. Me and my friends would bike everywhere. I was at the point where freedom was being given to me at an exchange for little responsibility. I used to bike everyday to school with my best friends. I still remember playing checkers or basketball every morning. I still remember being president and doing the daily announcements. I remember doing so well in school while barely trying. I remember biking out to Sweet Tomatoes every minimum day with my best friends, claiming we were just 12 years old so we only had to pay five dollars. I remember guarding my drink every time I got up to get more food, because everyone else poured salt into your drinks. I was so care-free and stress-free. The best friends I made in junior high are still my best friends to this day, even though I moved different cities and schools. My life is leading me to a different path that I would have never expected. A lot of things have changed since eighth grade, maybe for the better - maybe not. All I have now are the priceless memories and the best friends I could ask for. That’s good enough for me.