I remember 7th grade vividly: my first
girlfriend, my first taste of junior high,
my first realization that I was, forever and ever, going to be different. Tonight I chaperoned my sister's seventh grade
dance, and it brought back so many memories:
I saw myself there, the tall one who stuck out. I saw my ex-girlfriend, chatting up all the boys and coyly smiling. I saw life as it was...
I also saw some punk trying to start a mosh pit: bashed the kid's head in. Ah, the sweet innocence of memories...