Genre Essay Memoir

When I was young not much mattered. Then I found something I cared about it was really all I wanted. Sometimes when you get an opportunity and you don’t seize it in that sliver of a moment, you miss out on something that could’ve been amazing. Then again, there’s also the chance you’ll slip up if you do take it. Either way, there’s a lesson learned in it even if it’s the brutal lesson learned through failure.

I remember on the bus home from camp. I was thirteen and so was she. When summer started I envisioned it would be me and maybe a group of boys I had yet to meet causing a ruckus every day. Instead it was just me and this one girl. In my mind, we’re still at camp as long as we’re on the bus and not at the recreation center where our parents will be patiently waiting to welcome us back to the real world. We’re still wearing our light blue camp shirts. I liked her, and she liked me. Honestly, the feeling was well beyond like for me. I’m not sure if that same adoration was mutual. She hasn’t shown a single sign suggesting it so neither have I. Satisfied with the phenomenon of this girl choosing to talk to me and do so again continually all summer. A girl who’s smarter than the average bear. One who’s hilarious in that if I say something outrageous for a laugh is willing to say something to level with me just make me laugh. Someone who also finds some way to get extremely cryptic and wise sometimes in a way I try to be. A girl, whose wild curly hair always finds its way to the front of her face. It all seemed perfect for this moment. Of course, outside of this prison we brought ourselves to we don’t live in the same neighborhood. Nor do we go to same school. In a few years unless something extraordinary happens and one of us moves, we won’t end up at the same school years down the line. So, this is pretty much the finish line; unless I man up, and it might especially be it for us if I actually do open my mouth.

We’re about halfway home and nightfall has