My parents are moving, and for this move, my mother told me I had to take more of my stuff out of their house. I took a whole car load of books, old school papers, and way too many notes I passed in class. Right now our guest bedroom looks like a middle/ high school girl moved in. It has been amazing to go through these memories.
One of my favorite finds has been a short essay I wrote while I was in the seventh grade. The essay is titled “I Do” and describes my dream wedding. It is oddly and scarily accurate. The essay reads: