My childhood was a relatively normal one. I don't remember the early years much, but I do remember the day my parents got divorced. I wasn't exactly confused about it, just sad. I've spent a majority of my life going back and forth between two parents. But in recent years, I've been seeing my mom less and less. I've lived with my dad for the past seven years, and as a result, I drifted apart from her. I still keep up a good relationship with my mom, but things are different now that I'm aware of all her mistakes.
One of the best memories from my childhood was from when I was about seven. Me and my sisters were living with my mom at the time. It was Christmas Eve and we were sleeping in a tent in the living room, waiting for 'Santa' to come. I woke up sometime in the middle of the night. I saw through the door of the tent, which was halfway open, what looked like a pair of boots walking around the living room. I can't really confirm whether I was dreaming or not, but I swore for months after how I saw 'Santa'
Fifth Grade was the absolute peak of my Academic journey. I had a ton of friends, and was pretty outgoing all things considered. I met one my best friends, Brianna that year, and we are still friends to this day. One thing that I bonded over with people was Harry Potter. A lot of my classmates had read the series, and I got to join in their excitement and talk about it with them. It was such an exciting experience. During this time, I feel like I developed a voice, as well as my own opinions. When I look back on that year, I get a little sad, mostly because of how much I've changed. I'm not that social, happy person anymore. But I have learned to come to terms with who I am now, and love the positive changes within myself.