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Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Lia was telling me about how perfect her summer was last year, and I started thinking about the summer I had. I'm sure it won't be the best summer of my life, but thus far in my short existence it was one of the best. Really, it was a summer of firsts. My first boyfriend, the first time someone of the opposite sex told me he loved me, the first time I realized that love shouldn't be used in such a trivial manner, first time that I learned that I was far too immature and unprepared for a relationship, the first breakup, and the first time I lied and hurt someone for my own personal gain. The first summer of getting another best friend, first time I had sleepovers whenever I felt like it, first time I could say anything and not worry about being judged. The first time I ever rode an ATV (and overused the privilege). First summer of being partially accepted by my ward sisters, and the first summer of having a hot book. It was a beautiful, lazy summer, a summer filled with new experiences. While I enjoyed and treasured it, I know that I won't have any more summers exactly like it. Changes occur, and if every summer were similar, they wouldn't be special any longer. I hope the first experiences will lead to many more of the same, sculpting my life into a fascinating piece of art. |
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❝ The only excuse for making a useless thing
is that one enjoys it immensely;
All art is useless. ❞
