Around the age of 4 my famiy and I went to Disney World. All I                                                          really remember is picking                                                                out the rental car.

Around the age of 12, 5 of us packed into my mom-mom's car                                           and drove to Kentucky to watch my                                                      cousin graduate from Army                                                            boot camp. The ride was                                                                    uncomfortable and                                                                      the hotel sucked.

Around the age of 15 my poppop, the most important man in my                                                    life next to my dad, left this                                                         Earth and took a piece of                                                               my heart with him.

Around the age of 11, my best friend and her mom were hit by a                                                  car right down the street from                                                          our houses. It took them                                                                months to recover.

Around the age of 17, I'm preparing myself for the "real world",                                                    and to be completely honest, I                                                          don't think I'm ready.