Growing Up

So much has happened over the course of my life that I have a difficult time trying to choose which memories were the best. Some memories stand out more, but not one seems to be of more importance than the others. Of course they are my memories and therefore important to me, but I have never experienced anything that I could definitely say was my most memorable.
My mind does wander to the past, when I was a child. My first vivid memory is about such a simpler time, when all that I could think about was starting school. I would watch the “big” kids walk to th...