im megan. im 12 years young, 13 on august 17. im
single&liking. im an 8th grader at ocms. i play volleyball. its my
lifeeeeee. i have big trust issues. you have to prove to me i can
trust you. god is my savior. i love my family and friends. i have
many friends but very few true onessss. and they are the ones i can
go to for anythinggggg. i dont know what id do with out them.
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remember the simple times. the times when boys had cooties
and daddy was your hero and mommy was your best friend. when your
friends always listened to you. when your dreams were unshattered.
and worries were few. when recess was just to short. and life was
just to long. when decisions came easily. when storks delivered
babies. and passions werent so strong. when friendships werent
broken. when right was right and wrong was wrong. when bad things
didnt happen. when only skinned knees made us cry and they were the
only things that hurt. and the night light quieted all our fears.
when decisins were solved with "ennie, meany, miney, mo." when boys
were yucky. an goodbye only meant til tomorrow. when clothes didnt
have to match. and feel friends didnt part. and fun went on and on
forever with out a broken heart. when getting high was swinging at
the playground. when your worst enemies were your siblings or
teachers. when race issues were who ran the fastest. when war was
just a card games. when the only drug you knew of was cough medicine
and you thought it was icky. when wearing skirts didnt make you a
slut. when the only thing you smoked were the tires on your bike.
when the only things that could get broken were you toys. when
friends didnt lie to you. when the worst thing anyone ever called you
was a meanie. when you were judged on how nice you were. when you only
wanted your mom to say to to "i love you."when life was simple and
care free. when rock, paper, scissors solved every problem. and when
all you wanted to do was grow up to be like mom or dad. when you were
wishing you wanted to be grown up so bad. remeber? now its the time
where boys dont have cooties. your dad isnt your hero. your mom isnt
your best friend. friends dont always listen. now dreams are
shattered. worries are many. no more recess. now lifes not as long as
we pictured. decisions arent so easy. passions are strong. friendships
are broken. now right and wrong are mixed up. bad things do happen.
skinned knee arent the thing to make us cry. nad no night light to
quiet all our fears. decisions arent solved with
"ennie,meany,miney,mo." now boys arent yucky. and goodbye doesnt mean
til tomorrow. clothes have to match. now we feel friends part. and fun
doesnt go on and on forever. getting high isnt swinging at the
playground. now our worst enemies arent our teachers or siblings.
race issues arent who runs the fastest. and war isnt a just a card
game. they only drug we know isnt cough medicine. wearing a skirt
does make us sluts. now the only things we smoke arent the tires on
our bikes. and the things that can get broken arent our toys. now
friends lie. and call us mean things not like meanie. now were not
judged on how nice be are. and we dont only wanna hear "i love you"
from your mom. now life isnt just simple and care free. rock, paper,
scissors doesnt solve every problem. and now all we wnat is to be
kids again so everything can be simple and care free.

The best day/night of my life ever would be July 26-27, 2008. It was
one of the best nigth of my life ever. seriouslyyy. It started with
us go to the farm, then a hayride to the mclean co. fair, then a
hayride back to the farm, and thenstaying up all night with some of
the greatest people ever. The people were, Cody, Corbin, Thomas,
Sarah, Kaylee, Cassie, Emily, Ashlyn, Nick, Seth, Luke, MoMo, Bri,
and some other mclean county boys im nots ure the names of. These
people are some pretty wonderful peopleeee.

Maybe the truth is there's a little bit of loser in all of us
you know, being happy isn't having everything in your life being
perfect. Maybe it's about stringing together all the little things.
Making those count more then the bad stuff. Maybe we just get through
it and that's all we can ask for. -Sisterhood of the Traveling
Pants