Fall semester was fairly interesting. I took 4 classes and got A's in all 4. Whenever I have been enrolled full time that has NEVER happened before. I have a feeling it won't happen again though. I am a little bitter that I did not get any recognition from ECU from getting straight A's. I thought they sent some letter or something or there was some kind of honor roll/Deans list crap. Oh well.
I think I may start doing something a bit different in my pitiful little blog. I seem to have a tough time remembering stuff from when I was younger. I'm going to try to put down some stuff that I do remember. Then maybe, It will help me remember other crap. I'm not sure how far back I will be able to go. It will probably be a bunch of stuff when I was out on my own.
Lately, I've been checking out some of the pictures that we have save to our external hard drive. I think that's where the inspiration came from to do this. I wish digital cameras were around when I was a kid. I'm not sure where the pics of me are when I was small (not that there that many to begin with).
I will just leave this post with a couple pictures of the house I grew up in. These were taken when my wife and I went to Wellsboro in February 2006 for my grandma's funeral. It had probably been since I graduated high school when the last time I went to Wellsboro and I haven't been back since. I hate to say it, but I have no real desire to go back and visit. It seems most folks were smart enough to move far, far away or just didn't really do anything with themselves (from what little I've seen and heard). It's weird looking at these pictures and thinking that this has been somebody elses house for like 15 years and that I used to live in a house like that!
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I can't imagine anyone but you living in that house. In fact, before we started hanging out in NC, the last memory I thought I'd ever have of you was standing in the driveway of that house after that night we camped out in that camper (which I barely remember, other than throwing rocks into the stream in front of Billy and getting his pants wet).
Even if you've forgotten 99.9% of being a kid, you HAVE to remember that day we took the bikes to the fish hatchery. That was the most treacherous journey of my life even to this day. The flat tire, the stopping at the garage on the way back to get air in it, the water in the cone cups....memories.
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