18 Years Down...

     For me growing up is probably the biggest adventure anyone could ever have.

In my 18 years of life I have done some very crazy things. I have traveled to Ireland, Scotland, Wales, England, Haiti, Jamaica, Grand Cayman, Mexico, Arizona, California, Nevada. I have driven a Nascar Race Car by myself. I have been to way too many concerts to even count. Cliff jumping, indoor skydiving, swimming with dolphins... For goodness sakes, I went to Seaworld Camp! Awards line my room for photography and journalism. My room is covered with trinkets from all over the world. Not one opportunity in my life has been turned down.

     That is what my mom wanted.

     She raised me to take advantage of those spontaneous road trips. Screw school and work. When is came to adventure, even if they were leaving in 5 minutes, she told me to hurry and pack and she would see me in a couple of days.

     The crazy canoeing trips that left us sunburnt and moments we will forever remember. The day me and Emily got our wisdom teeth out, that one is a little fuzzy. The days we would skip school to do hangout with Meghan and Derrick. The morning drive to school with Emily and my mom. Everyday was a little adventure of it's own.

     My mom supported my craziness, maybe because she was a little crazy too. She didn't want me to live a life of almosts, or should haves. It was important to her that I came home with a crazy story to tell her and a sparkle in my eye. And I don't think I have let her down!