A lot had changed since I last wrote. Summer had came, I enrolled in a summer reading club, I had gotten to new cousins, I was older and almost eleven and our family were ARB & B’ers. Well I guess I can’t just squeeze that last thing in there, it needed further explaining. So let’s start from the beginning. When our family bought our house a couple years back, there was a little house on our property exclusive to our real house which we started calling the guest house. Inside the guest house were an office a little kitchen with a mini fridge, cabinets, sink and small counter and an open space where a microwave would go. There was a bathroom with a sink and a shower. Now besides the bathroom this big area had the highest ceilings this was an open room. Then there was another big room with nothing but thin carpet and a small closet. This area used to be a garage but instead of a garage door there were double doors in there place. Next there was a room where there was the same carpet and a door leading out the back. Right next to that boring old room was a big room with We didn’t use it anymore then a storage place where we kept until summer when cousins visited us and slept out there

I was running, far deep into the woods, hiding from my enemies. I had just been in our house with my family, Trey and Lucy had just said they were going to the guest house, (our extra little apartment for guests that was separate from our house), to watch something and my little brother Tommy had just woken up from a nap needing to be watched, because just a little bit ago my mom and dad had gone outside to do yard work. My 4 and 6 yearold brother and sister were playing in our yard as I went to go see my mama. I ran around the yard seeing that my dad was mowing the grass, and that was when I noticed my little siblings following me. My younger 1 yearold brother I had left inside with Lucy and Trey to watch so I could leave myself to think. Once I lost the little ones I went over to the guest house to spy on the sneaky two (Lucy and Trey my older siblings) they had taken Tommy over there and were now playing with him. I played around them, opening doors and slamming them without being caught. Hey, don’t judge me I was having fun, until they saw me and that was when I started to run up into the woods to me and the little ones fort, TMJ. I ducked down hiding by our play table in the fort they had just then stopped chasing me. I then stood back up and started climbing our lookout tree to see where everyone was located. The sneaky two had gone back to the guest house and the little ones were headed there way, and that exact time was when I could move down to the house to catch a breath. Once I was safely locked up in my room I sat down. I had something that not many other people had, something that could be magical yet dangerous, an imagination. And right then and there I knew that I was very lucky to have something like that.

It had been raining everyday of the week, same as today. Things weren’t looking very good for my family. My mom had pnuemonia, and we all had step up and be responsible for eachother. I had done the dishes the night before and we all helped clean the house. We were all tired and sick of the weather. I just felt like crying and sometimes I did, but secretly. I couldn’t let my family know that I felt this way because it would make me sound ungreatful. I wanted to tell my mom but she already had enough to deal with. And if I went to her she’d probably tell me that getting a good cry out would help me feel much better and that I shouldn’t of kept my feeling bottled in for so long. Which I thought was always the best advice and I could tell it to myself but I wanted to hear it from her. I just wanted a hug and a little comfort.

While I was feeding Tommy my little brother my mom had moved the couches and asked me to sweep under them she said that my dad and Zach my dad’s work buddy were bringing another coach to replace one of our others and of course I did what I was told. I watched at the window as my dad and his friend moved the couch out of the trailer into the garage where it would be kept until moved upstairs. They waved and talked to my mom through her bedroom window and hopped back into the car taking the attached trailer down our driveway along with them. I decided to cheer myself up and that helped a lot.

Sometimes I think that living in a big family is a bad thing . I wish that God had given me a different life. I feel pressured with having to share a room and everything around it. But I can’t think like that, because the truth is I am very lucky to have all my family and someone very recently had to show me that. I can’t let my negative thoughts get the better of me – I need to love my life and appreciate it, and now I do, more than ever. I do what I need to do for God and give it up for him. I think more selflessly now, and really what’s gonna help me get through my whole life is a good attitude.

If there is one thing I’ve learned in life it’s that a good attitude can help you get through your day. Staying positive makes you excited and happy! I’d rather feel that than feeling bad for myself. A good cry can really help you and you’ll feel even better afterwards! Sometimes you just don’t need to feel that way, and being positive can really brighten up your day!

Thanks for joining me!

Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton