1) one memory that comes back every year would definitely be my birthday. if you didn't know, it's on 9/11. by the way, i love being called "terrorist". that's the smartest thing i have ever heard! anywho, the memory isss.... it was my eighth birthday party. a few family members were over, and maybe a neighbor or two. i remember everyone trying to act like nothing had happened earlier that day so i wouldn't feel bad. then they turned on the news. i didn't really know anything about what had happened, but when my aunt started crying i knew it was bad. i felt so... awkward. it felt unreal. and now everyone either says i'm lying, that sucks, or i'm a terrorist. the end.

2) i remember one day i came home from school when we were living in kinston. my mom and little brothers were out back in the pool. i leaned out the door and said i'd be there in a minute, and then i went in the kitchen to find something to sip on. i saw a mcdonald's cup on the counter and shook it and it had what looked like a dark drink in it. it actually turned out to be water with ciggarette butts/ashes in it... but my smart self didn't find that out until after taking a big sip.

i'll write more later, i need to take a shower and go to bed so i can get up for church tomorrow.