Childhood memory

When asked to remember an early childhood memory, I wasn't exactly sure what I was going to talk about. While sitting here staring at the screen, I remembered how my cousin used to play with my hair. Not the most influential thing, but now that I reflect on it was one of my favorite things. When someone plays with my hair, it is so soothing as they run their fingers through it and I just get to sit and relax. Temporarily, I forgot all my responsibilities and sitting there, I didn't have a care in the world. It became a tradition for her to do my hair, and then I would do hers, which looked terrible but she didn't mind because we were bonding.  Fast forward to the present, my cousin is 30 and getting married in a week. It's kind of crazy how fast time flies, and you're not a little kid anymore. Instead of worrying about coloring in the lines, I'm going on college visits, writing college essays and crying about a2 trig( kidding...actually no I'm not). I feel like I'm not ready to say goodbye to high school, but at the same time I'm ready to move forward with my life. It's days where I'm stressed beyond belief that I long for the simpler days where I could just relax and have someone play with my hair. Depressing, but true.

 

                                      Ignore the chem papers behind the picture :)