316 months ago, I was born into a world where life was carefree. Where people were just going to
moon proving that:* Everything is possible.
31 years ago, I was in first grade. Getting new pencils and notebooks and pencil holders and tiny sharpeners and those rubber erasers were just like Christmas. It certainly was true that:
* Little things make difference.
26 years ago, I learned that school was not all that it has previously been cracked up to be. It was hard and boring and learning things I personally didn't care about. I learned that:
* You don't always know why things happen at that moment.
18 years ago, I graduated high school. It was a windy June evening when my days of childhood wrapped themselves up. That night, I was to be seen as an adult. Not long after that, I got my first ticket, credit card and was supposed to know what I was doing.
* Don't be in such a hurry to grow up.
17 years ago, I had my first part-time job working in bowling alley. I only dropped in to bowl. Afterward, I asked if they were hiring. The owner said yes, I started 4 days later. You know:
* Sometimes, you just gotta ask.
15 years ago, I got my first real job working at newspaper. It is something that I had become interested in during my senior year of high school, and I was good at it. I eventually left for something bigger and better. But no matter what job I've had, I always kept finding ways to make writing a key in it.
* Start with something you enjoy. Everything will be based around it.
14 years ago, I learned that newspaper business, really is a business. Our managing editor was laid off without notice in first of several rounds of cutbacks
* Doing a great job just doesn't cut it any more.
10 years ago, I moved out on my own for first time. Macaroni and cheese, along with bills to pay, writing to do, Nintendo to play. I felt alive and life was dear, but I moved back home, very next year.
* Life looks a lot easier than it is.
