As I sit in my chair and have a view around my room I notice something out of the corner of my eye. An old progress report book of mine that I've had since I was seven years old, first grade if you will. Many old pictures I drew in there I find. The house that I grew up in, my family & the teenage mutant ninja turtles. Among those drawings I find old math and literature test scores, many with the score of one hundred on them. Boy was I proud during those days when I got my tests back because I knew there was no way I'd make less than that.

I'd get off the school bus with my sister[who was in the fourth grade at the time]and I'd go running in the door and first thing I'd do was tell my dad about the test that I passed. He'd give me a hug and smile, telling me how proud of me he was. Mom would say the same thing too when she'd come home from the gym after work. That her and my father have raised a fine son[daughter as well, I guess].

Too bad I can't turn back the sands of time and go back to being a kid again. When my dad was there to help me out when I was in school. Going over my homework, helping me study for tests, showing me the tips and tricks to each subject. Unfortunately time changes everything, with that oh-so undesirable change at times. Grade school was the best, middle school was ok but high school, no. High school was dreadful, just about every minute aside from my psychology and science classes with some history, geography and human anatomy mixed in as well.

It's odd, I went from being your normal, run of the mill kid who was outgoing and social. I had a whole bunch of friends and just about everyone knew who I was at school. To years and years later, a recluse who is surrounded by anime, video games and manga.

I love you three. Don't ever change.