Remembering

I was looking through some old school stuff the other day, remembering. Remembering all the good memories that I've made from kindergarden up to 10th grade. All the places I've been, things I've seen, people I've met, friends I've made. Even though I'm only 15, I get the feeling that I'm much older when I look at my old school papers/yearbooks. It seems strange to think of how much has happened in just the past 10 years. Where has all that time gone, where are all the people now, how are they, what are they doing? I know it's not quite as extreme as it will be when we're 25, 35, 45, and on, but it's interesting even now. Between 1999 and 2005 I moved 7 times, went to 5 different schools, lived in 5 different cities, and 2 different continents. Over the course of those years I accumilated a compilation of memories that I would trade for nothing in the world. I am so thankful for the education that I've been offered and given, I wouldn't trade that either. Even now, in high school, although I may not always like it at the moment, the memories being made will be worth it in the end.