Category Archives: Memories

The Simple Life


First of all, I want to apologize for disappearing for so long. The past year of my life has undoubtedly been the year of change for me,and quite frankly blogging was the last thing on my mind. A good friend of mine whom I’ve recently reconnected with reminded me of how much I enjoyed writing and gave be the kick in the ass I needed to get back into it. So here I am and let me tell you it feels great to be back at it.

So today I was driving down the road. The windows were down, and my music was blasting. It was an absolutely beautiful Carolina day when I passed by my childhood neighborhood. I wanted to ride by the house I grew up in but of course, I was running late so that was a negative. As I passed the road that leads into the neighborhood, I started thinking about how different life is for kids now a days.

Children today really have no clue what they are missing. Technology has taken away from the fun stuff being a kid is all about. Don’t get me wrong, I think technology is helpful in certain situations, but it has taken away from the interaction and communication children need in life.

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When I was a kid I used to LOVE being outside but these days, less children are outside playing. I don’t get it. I think kids these days don’t appreciate the simple things because they are too concerned about the newest app to download or game to get for their gaming system.

For me and my childhood friends walking around the neighborhood was the best thing in the world. I look back and so many memories were made by simply knocking from door to door to gather our group of friends and being gone until dark.

Riding our bikes, climbing trees, talking about boys, playing basketball, picking honeysuckles, jumping on trampolines, making pit stops along the way at the best houses for snacks and heading right back out side to continue planning sleep overs, kicking soccer balls, talking about skate night, catching lightening bugs, getting lost in the woods we weren’t suppose to be in until we heard our mothers scream our names from a few streets over wrapping up our time together outside for the day—those were the days.

We didn’t ask for much just each other’s company and a later curfew. That’s when life was so simple.


I dont wanna grow up