Last night my best friend of 17 years and I decided to take a bike ride. It was about 8pm and dark to say the least. She suggested we ride to our old elementary school and ride around the park. So we crossed a few streets and almost got ran over a time or two, but we made it. I hadn’t been to that park since I was about 10 years old and it brought back this huge rush of memories. We sat on the same swings we use to swing on 17 years ago and I was overwhelmed by nostalgia. I was reminded of our field days we had in that park. I remember my entire class cheering me on the Hula Hoop contest. I won first place against about a hundred other kids every year for 4 years in a row. It respectively earned me the title of “Hula Queen.” I remember my entire class running laps in that park while Gaby and I sat in the shade insisting we had some kind of knee problems. I remembered career day when you were supposed to come dressed as a doctor or astronaut and my dad finally gave in and let me come dressed like a super model instead. Those were really great days.
