#realtalk

Well... I don't really have anything to get off my chest. I'm a pretty open guy and I don't keep much bottled up.

 I feel pretty sick today so I may not be at class tomorrow. If not, thanks Nelson for a class that made me think, but not in a bad way. Thanks to all the writers who wrote stuff that was way better than I could dream of doing. Sorry I didn't comment or write more. 

Thanks,

Parker Adcock-Alex Cujavante 

I Remember

I remember when my 2nd grade teacher put unsatisfactory under penmanship on my report card.

I remember in 3rd grade, I crashed on my bike and scratched up my face really bad. My teacher told the class I wasn't wearing a helmet. I was wearing a helmet.

I remember playing football in the backyard with my dad.

Or when I had to run down to the park and grab sand when I got in trouble.

I remember how stoked I was when I found Pokemon Pearl in my Christmas Stocking. 

I remember saying Bon Jovi was my favorite band, because it was my dad's favorite band.

And the color purple.

I remember when the Lakers were a respectable team.

I remember when I used to go to my neighbor Parsa's house after school every day and play basketball. His mom made unreal chicken kabob.

I remember crying while reading where the red fern grows. 

And the bridge to teribithia(sp?)

I remember accidentally breaking Chase's hand while playing basketball. His dad said he wasn't allowed to play with me anymore.

I remember waiting until 3 in the morning to hear if my dog was gonna live. (She did)

I remember playing kick the can in my neighborhood.

So, yeah.