Years go by

I can't believe that only two years ago I had just started driving. Time goes by so fast. I am 18 years old, and I can still remember my first day of Kindergarten all those 13 years ago. I remember my mother taking me to school of the first day. She couldn't of course stay with me throughout the whole day, she had to leave eventually. When we showed up I can remember that I wouldn't let go of her leg the whole time, until she had to leave me. I can remember being terrified of my teacher. Of course though like every other kid I eventually got used to it. Every year though, of school, after that I had to have my mother come to at least to the first day of school. I think she did that until I was in sixth grade actually.

I always have been attached to my mom. I can remember this actually too. I was supposed to be going to preschool actually, and on my first day I can remember ruining away from preschool after my mother had left me. I remember sneaking out past the teacher, and the just running and running not knowing where I was going at all. Then the teacher of course caught up to me. I don't remember what happened after that, but I can remember that part.

Oh wait though how rude of my I haven't even introduced myself. You have just been reading this story here wondering what the fuck this guy's problem is. Why do we give a shit about his life? Well maybe you don't care about my life right, but you are reading this still aren't you? Anyways though, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Matthew Roberts. I am now 18 years old as you have already found out. That is all you really know about me. Well before I continue to drain on about my boring story I have to tell you here, let me give you a few details so you won't be too confused throughout the story of my life here. Something you need to know is that I am actually graduating tomorrow afternoon from my High School, Franklin High. I am moving out of my parents house within the next week, but I have already started going through some old things. One last thing before we can get back to me rambling on about my life is that I am a very attractive male . . . and single (for all the ladies out their). No I am just kidding I am not single I do have an amazing girlfriend who I have so been wonderfully dating for the past two years. I am moving in with her next week.

Now yeah I can remember being a momma's boy. I am still to this day in fact a momma's boy. I have no idea what I would do without my amazing mother. She has helped me out with a lot of things in my life, and has bought almost everything I have ever wanted. Wow, what a way to repay her back by leaving her at the first possible chance I can get. It's not like I won't see her again. I will come visit her and my family all the time. I can't stay away forever. I dunno though I just feel really guilty about leaving her all alone. My dad had died a couple years back now and my sister had moved out a couple years ago, but she still lives in the same town as my mom. I was the only child left in the house and now I am leaving her.

My mom is remolding the house though at the same time as me moving out so it is kind of nice because we have to go through everything anyway, and then she is going to get rid of the stuff she doesn't need laying around anymore. We were going through some old things yesterday actually and I almost broke into some tears. She was going to throughout my old Nintendo 64. You know what that is right? Well if you don't it is an old video game console. Anyway, their were a whole bunch of things I can remember from my young childhood. I can remember being into Superman when I was like seven years old. I found a box full of my old action-figures and costumes and stickers and things. I don't want to get rid of any of it though. I am like attached to it. Sure the years go by, but the memories don't that is for sure. I see something like my old "Rescue Hero's" and I can relate it to a memory with them immediately. I can remember when my father had got rid of my old tree house just a year before he died.

That tree house is where I spent all my time with my very first friend. She was from preschool actually. We played together all the time, pretending the tree house was a pirate ship with guns. We had endless days together. I can't remember her name though now a days. She moved right after preschool was over which is why. I never saw her again.

My mom and me found an old train set of mine that I used to play with when I was a little kid. She was going to put it up for a garage sale, but I told her to ask my sister if she wanted it for her little kid for when he grows up. If not I want it. I mean that thing would be great for when I have kids someday. Oh my god. I am going to have kids. I can remember being a kid not to long ago. It seemed like it was yesterday that I could sneak a cookie from the top shelf pretending to be a spy, then my mother catching me in the act and eating some cookies with me. It wasn't yesterday though, it was over 10 years ago already. The years really do go by, and not slowly at all. In five years I could possibly be married and having my first child.

I thought I wanted to grow up. I think all of us soon to be graduates of Franklin High think we want to grow up, but really we just need to remember to live in the moment because if you think back just five years ago, everything about your life has changed and is going to change now very quickly. I don't want this life as a kid to end, because now I am out their on my own. I have to figure things out that my parents always did for me. I am not alone though in this mission of life, I do have someone I love to help me live in the moment as the years go by.

This has been a fictional story created by Noah Mark Bitney.

Remember to live in the moment you are in, and enjoy it because before you know it your whole world could be changed from what it was.