Distractions

 This day has been one of nostalgia (Yes I'm old enough to be nostalgic. 14) In middle school I spent two of the three years at Junior High A. Kids from Junior High A usually go to High School A. I'm going to High School B. I'm kind of the odd one out though I have been making friends. But... I miss my old crew. Do you readers remember that post I did about The Book, the collaborative notebook I participated in? That special group of girls that I did that with are now mostly gone. Today I pulled out an old copy of The Book. I cried maybe a little bit and laughed a lot. I texted one of the Founders. I remember.
  I'm all for moving forward. I've started up a new generation of Books over here at High School B. I have good friends. But there is something to be said fora sad/happy little day of memories.I want to commemorate what has happened and how much it has affected me. Look at what has changed you in the past. Don't linger but don't ignore it. Your past is what got you where you are in the first place. Do what you like with that thought, whether you are angry at old you or grateful, but remember that your life is still there. It's still behind you.
One of the old founders said that her philosophy was that we didn't know where we were going just that we needed distractions so that unknown wouldn't be as scary Maybe I don't one hundred percent agree with that, I believe that my friends are the best distractions. Distractions from a rough day, fear, a rough past. They soften the sharp edges of reality a little bit. Just enough to be there. This post is a tribute to all my friends, old and new. Love ya'