Good Times

I may be only 16, but a lot has changed since I was 10 years younger.

I remember when you got a Big Kids Meal instead of a Happy Meal for the first time, and thought you were the cool kid on the block.

I remember when I was always falling off my bike and scraping my knee, and my neighbor would always put a big bandage on it and send me home, then the next day I would try again and it happened all over again. I bet she spent twenty dollars on just my right knee.

I remember how excited I was to get a shiny new Playstation 2 for my tenth birthday, and my dad and I would play Need for Speed: Most Wanted in turns. Yeah, I bet he remembers those times whenever I play COD or Just Cause 2 later in life.

Good times, good times.