I Remember...

I remember my sixth year.

My birthday party.

My eighth year brought a broken ankle

and three weeks in a cast.

Thirteen. Ah, teenagerhood.

Surgery on my Acheilles tendon.

Not the first time.

This past summer,

summer of my sweet sixteen.

I went to Europe.

Far, far away from family and friends.

Three weeks.

Three weeks out of the country.

First time away from home

for more than a week.

Lots of fun, but I never want to do it again.

Ever.