I am…
a son, the middle child, raised on a steep driveway where playing football was impossible
dark black rubber cleats, shoulder pads and a helmet, where the want to be the best started early,
mighty mights, where the fundamentals was taught by dads
middle school, where the women flocked around gazing at the little boys in football uniforms
The long restless hours spent in the car traveling back and fourth, and back and fourth, many times from St. Louis and back to Springfield. Every other weekend. I never blamed my father for dragging us along on those car rides, but loved them because it was the only time I actually got to see him in my younger days. All it took was one mistake and it changed his life forever, realized what was important in a near death experience.
high school, the place of memories for me:
I come from “You only get out what you give in, if you don’t put effort in, you won’t ever get anything in return,” and “If you’re not a rower, you’re a sleeper.”
I come from the time period where you make friends and lose friends, where the drive to be the best kicks in when you see upper classmen being scouted by colleges, where learning the fundamentals and basics was essential to get into college
Where I met the woman to keep me in line for many years to come, we started memories together, memories I would never forget, good and bad. We met sophomore year, and now look at us, senior year going strong.
Every Wednesday the girl and I would plan to hangout, that was our day during the school year, we would work on homework together, study, go on runs, or just simply lay and watch some tv with the fam. It was always the day to look forward to.
Work, oh how waking up every day and knowing you have to work a 6 hour shift after being at school for 7 long drooling hours, that got old real fast.
I am the future, the new me, smarter and wiser I hope.