Childhood Memories

                 Ah the old childhood memories. Being a child was awesome; you had no responsibilities, no blame for anything you did, and getting any toy you asked for. Well, more like pleaded and cried for. One of the things that I remember was having a stuffed dog that sang. He was a sheep dog that wore a black top hat and a red bow tie. He would scoot around on the carpet and howl/sing the song "Only You". Honestly, I was afraid of him so it's weird why I liked him. I was specifically terrified to push the power button but whenever he sang I would dance around him and laugh. When he stopped singing I would rush over to my mom and ask her to push the power button again, and again, and again. Until my mom made me push the power button to have the dog sing to get over my fear. So this dog actually helped me get over my fear-of itself-and it was my first act of courage. I would be so proud that I didn't need my mom to power it on until it broke. I was four and also completely devastated until my mom bought my a stuffed bear. I was a kid so any toy could take over the job of entertaining a four year old. This dog taught me a lesson. (Well the dog and my mom.) That getting over your fears is much more satisfying than having someone else conquer them for you.

P.S. I will try to find a picture of this singing, stuffed, top hat bearing, bow tie wearing sheep dog.

Where do I visually perceive myself in 10 years?

Well let's just say that I want to get into college and get a good job but I don't want to be rooted to the spot just working on homework and such. I don't exactly know what I'd like to be in college but honestly I don't want to worry myself mad about it. (But it would probably be something really nerdy like an engineer or a doctor.)  I'd  like to travel the continental United States with my close friends and just have a good time. In the early twenties you're supposed to have a good time because way too often I hear adults repining about how they wish they were still 20 having a good time with their friends and genuinely being capable of doing physical activities. (No offense to anyone over 20 but you guys aren't as active as you used to be in your prime.) I hope in 10 years that I get my own job which hopefully involves kids- obviously because I love kids- and have my own money to buy myself whatever I desire.

When I try to picture myself 10 years from now a see a carefree, fun, independent, and bold woman. I want to be the person who works towards their goals and strives for the best. I want to be a person that works towards something bigger and works smarter not harder. I know, sounds like something lazy people would say but quite honestly would you rather try to balance on a table to change a light bulb or just simply grab a ladder to change it. Just think about it. Stopping for a moment to think about the situation and run through your options or just jump right in unprepared. I just want to be the person who thinks thing out thoroughly before acting.

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I also hope that I get to have my own apartment, dog, (since my parents don't want dogs in their house) and car. (Preferably a Jeep.) I also want to travel to all the capitals of every state in the U.S.A. and take pictures with the most random item in every state. In addition to all of this I want a good job to help me achieve my goals of travel and to just be able to be myself in a world full of negative people.

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One of my Favorite Trips

One day, in the summer while I was sitting on the my leather couch in my plaid pajamas, optically canvassing Loony Tunes, and munching on some Vanilla ice cream, my mom burst into the room exclaiming that we were going to take a road trip down to South Carolina for a week. Of course, my brother and I were exhilarated to finally be able to leave the house and to go some where and explore but my dad and grandparents not so much. They really didn't want to leave the house but after some persuading they conclusively agreed. We left the next week after days of frantically packing and planing. We had decided to go to Myrtle Beach, one of South Carolina's famous beaches. The trip was about 2 days long mostly because we had to stop at every gas station due to my brother drinking an extravagant amount of Pepsi. When we arrived at Myrtle Beach we snatched our luggage, ran up to our room on the 16th floor of the hotel, grabbed and changed into our bathing suits, and ran out to the beach.

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