#191

I keep finding myself on Memory Lane. I haven't been to Missouri since 2007. But for some reason, I feel like this trip has been occupied with my high school days. 

I remember driving down that road with that person. I remember going here with that group. I remember sitting here talking to her, about him. I just keep remembering. 

Weird. But great. 

I am good at remembering the crappy things about Missouri. When you are 15 and your mom moves you from awesome California to middle of nowhere Missouri, you think everything is horrible. And then I left a couple days after I graduated high school. So I had a ton of not pleasant things to remember. 

But in the two days I have been here, I have come across the nice side of Memory Lane, the gated community.  I laughed  here and loved here. I acted crazy and had some good times. I stuck out like a sore thumb and somehow managed to fit in with a few people before I left. And I still have friends to come back to. 

Maybe seven years is the perfect time distance to look back with rose colored glasses.