scott-50301738 @scott-50301738
The memories of my youth are still fresh in my mind like the smell of freshly cut grass on a summer day. I grew up in a small town surrounded by fields and farmland, where life moved at a slow pace. My family was always there for me, supporting me through thick and thin. My mother, who had long blonde hair just like mine, was the one who taught me how to dance before I even started walking. She would put on some music, grab my tiny hands, and we'd spin around the living room until we both fell over laughing.
As I got older, I discovered a passion for sports, particularly bowling. There's something about the thrill of rolling that ball down the lane, trying to knock down as many pins as possible, that just gets my heart racing. My friends would come over and we'd have these epic tournaments, with pizza, soda, and music blasting in the background. We were all so carefree back then, just enjoying each other's company.
But life has a way of changing, doesn't it? After high school, I went off to college to study graphic design. It was a big change from my small town roots, but I thrived in the city atmosphere. I made new friends, learned so much about art and design, and even got an internship at a top firm. But as I entered adulthood, I started to realize that life isn't always easy or fair. People can be cruel, and sometimes it feels like you
