I remember the moments in eighth grade,
Sam and me getting yelled at,
or stepping on each other’s heels
and making each other trip.

I remember the moments in seventh grade,
sitting with Abby on the heaters in social studies
or waiting in the hallway in the morning for you class to start,
and walking up to the bowling alley on the last fun day of seventh grade.

I remember the moments in sixth grade,
Where on your first day you don’t know who to talk to
or in sixth grade camp,
and you had no care in the world but getting in line for lunch first.

I remember the feeling of going into each grade,
sixth grade afraid to go out of your hallway
or seventh grade finding out who you real friends are,
and eighth grade where it’s hard to say goodbye to middle school,
and say hello to high school.



I remember the moments at Crary,
making new friends,
and the teachers you could never forget about.
These are the moments that no one could forget about.