For this entry, I'm actually going to do what the previous 72 entries in this blog failed to do: I'm actually going to muse about things in this entry. Specifically, I'm going to do a little life-recap, go over some important (important to me) events in my life. (Sorry for the length. It's an interesting read. Maybe...)

My first memory ever was playing in the ball pit at Chuck-e-Cheese's. It's as if I suddenly just woke up, and I was in the ball pit. I don't remember the trip to Chuck-e-Cheese's, nor anything before that. I spent a great deal of my childhood at Chuck-e-Cheese's. I loved the ball pit and the tubes. Me and my brother would crawl around in there, playing all sorts of games and stuff. Then, we'd come down, eat some pizza, and then it was time to hit the arcade. I always thought the games that didn't give you tickets were kind of pointless. I mean, why else would you play one of the games? I always wanted to get one of the big prizes; a GameCube or something, but I could never win enough tickets. My mom suggested that I save up my tickets, and maybe I can get one of the big prizes next time. Too much waiting, I thought. I'll just get a bunch of stickers and maybe a dart gun.

I remember some of my brother's first ever homeschool lessons. I hadn't started school yet, but since I was bored and had nothing else to do, I sat downstairs and watched. Mom says I taught myself how to read; and apparently she was right. I had always been able to read. I don't remember ever being taught how to do so. Anyway, I would always interject when mom was trying to teach my brother something. She'd ask him how to spell "cat". He'd be like: "C... E..." And I'd just be like: "C-A-T! Cat!" That really pissed of my brother. He hated me being "smarter" than him.

I remember driving to North Carolina to pick up my dad's new dirt bike. We had to rent a truck to bring it home. That was the first time I ever got to sit in the front seat. It was raining that day. I've always liked driving on rainy days. It's relaxing to me... anyway, we got there, put the dirt bike in the bed of the truck, and as we were about to leave, I spotted a Chuck-e-Cheese's. I was excited, I begged dad to take us. He declined, though. Said that someone might steal the dirt bike.

We used to visit a certain family's house a lot. I can't remember any of their names. All I remember about them is the time when I got into their dress-up box and put on a tutu. I showed it to my mom. She laughed. I blushed a little. I remember I quite enjoyed wearing that tutu. (Ooh! Foreshadowing!)

My nanny and granddad were a familiar face of my childhood (That's grandma and grandpa for you non-British folk). I remember they had a statue of a chicken I would always pretend to ride on. My mom always got mad at me when I did this; said I was going to break it. I never did, of course. Nanny never got mad at us for anything though. I remember being confused as to why she trembled all the time. Only later would I be told that she had Parkinson's.

When I was around 5 or 6, my brother was found to have a sunken chest. We had to go to Norfolk, to the hospital. My brother was in the hospital on my birthday. I wasn't too happy about that. Naturally, being a little kid, I cared nothing about the fact that my brother could have died. Instead, I was miffed that I didn't get a proper party.

On one of my brother's birthdays, he received a boombox. (Remember those?) I was angry, because I thought he was going to play his music really loud and wake me up. He never did, of course, but I always hated that boombox.

Stephen was one of my best friends growing up. Me and my brother would go over to his house every day and play 007: Nightfire on the GameCube. The rocket launcher was my favorite part of that game, being able to steer the rocket all around.

When I was around 7 or 8, my parents told me that we were moving. And we weren't moving into another house. Oh no, instead, we were going to go live in an RV and travel around the US! I was devastated. We couldn't just leave... What about all our friends? What about nanny and granddad? I didn't want to leave, but being that I was just a kid, I didn't have much of a choice.

We had been travelling around the States for a while, and I had grown tired of it. We would stay in each city for only a week. That wasn't even close to long enough to do anything substantial. Even worse, we had to do school, IN THE SUMMERTIME! That was the real kicker for me and my brother. We missed out on an entire summer! Awful...

After six months of travelling, we finally found a place to settle down: Pagosa Springs, Colorado. What one might call a "hick" town. Only 4,000 people live here. The town's claim to fame is its hot springs, the largest in the world. The town's named after them. "Pagosa" means "healing waters" in Native American.

After we had purchased a house and lived in there for a week or two, we decided to find a church. The first one we went to, we didn't like. They seemed too "eccentric". The second church we went to seemed perfect. It was just like the one back in Virginia. (Oh yeah, I lived in Virginia as a kid. Forgot to mention that...) Me and my brother made some friends quickly. Just a couple weeks later, we were having sleepovers, playdates... we had made ourselves at home in this little town.

And then... to be honest, nothing too memorable happened for a while. It was just business as usual. My mom homeschooled us for a few years, then she got tired of it and enrolled us in an online school. We liked the online school. The curriculum of a public school, but we get to stay home!

Youth group was a big part of my life in Pagosa. The leadership changed hands many times. When I first joined the group, it was headed by a guy named Blake. He was fun, but he was a bit too "religious" for my tastes. Always spent too much time praying, I thought. After a couple years with him as the leader, he decided to step down from the position and hand it over to a couple: Kaylee and Kyle. They were the best leaders, in my opinion. Their style of youth group was more heavily focused on fun and games, rather than the Bible. I preferred it that way. I was devastated when I learned that they were planning to leave. They eventually did leave, giving up the position of leadership to none other than my mom and dad. I didn't like that too much. Soon, though, a guy named Greg took over the youth group. He was a pretty fun guy, although he paled in comparison to Kaylee and Kyle. The final person to lead the youth group is Jess: My boss at McDonald's. Needless to say, I don't attend that youth group anymore.

Fast forward to 2012. My 15th birthday. We went bowling. I suck at bowling. I always get my ass handed to me on a silver platter. I don't care, though. I had fun with my friends, and that was all that really mattered. I love playing the claw machine at this bowling alley, because I almost always win. And they usually stock pretty cool prizes, like mini R/C cars and the like.

May 1st, 2012: approx. 11:30 pm. "No, Brony video, get out of my recommended videos! I don't want to watch you! Ponies are for fags! Get outta here!" About half an hour later, I watched that video. That video converted me. Congrats, TheLivingTombstone.

And of course, who could forget my lovely depressed stage? You wanna know something funny? I sort of liked the depression. Part of me didn't want it to go away. That part of me is dead now. Thank God...

January 1st: "What the fuck's going on? Why do I feel like this? It can't be... nah, of course not..." A certain feeling of femininity begins to get stronger. It's been there for a while. I was just too blind to see it.

And now we arrive at present day. I guess I've had a pretty good life thus far. I'm excited to see what happens next...