I guess life really does go on. I didn't give consent, I didn't sign a form of permission for the days to continue while I'm still lingering in the pleasant and comforting days of the past. Life goes on so fast-- I still feel the pain of the scar I got when I fell in the hole in front of my church/preschool while playing with my best friend Greg. Our mothers continued to converse for a good ten minutes while I cried and blood ran down my shin. I still remember the games Greg and I used to play, my brother would capture me and hide me and Greg, my knight in shining armor, would come to save me. Life goes on so quickly... I began my first day of highschool four years ago, but I still remember what I wore and the way my shoes were too big for me. I still remember meeting my friend Melissa as we went to each class together. Life goes on... I just graduated and I spent the night thinking these people would always be my best friends.
Life goes... And now i'm getting ready to go to college. When did I give permission for the formation of all these blurred memories?
Life.
Me.
