Young, wild & free

On June 18, 2007, I was born. 7:01 pm, my first breath of air, my first cry--- but definitely not the last. I grew up loving school, excelling in all subjects. Then I got into high school. The past best and worst three years of my life. Freshman year; you go in with your middle school friends, life is bliss. Your first year of high school... then here comes sophomore year. Things get harder, you lose some friends but you gain some too. Things are starting to look up but life hit me like a boulder. It took me rolling down the hill with it. And it was really hard to recover. People turn on you, people disappoint you, they will ridicule you, and look down on you... and you can't change that. You can't change what you can't control and I didn't realize that until the end of my junior year. So senior year means to me, freedom. Freedom from what you can't control, freedom from the people who choose to try and bring you down. And freedom, freedom to be young, wild, and free.