I don't remember

I don't remember being fat before I lost weight senior year.
Always comparing myself to skinnier people.
Always being thought of as the "fat kid."
Always wanting to be skinnier but not having enough motivation to actually do it.
Always being tired from doing the simplest activities.
But now things are different. Thankfully.

I don't remember my dad getting a heart attack and dying when I was in 2nd grade.
Hearing that phone call early that morning.
Hearing my moms voice tremble when she told us.
Hearing the sounds of a funeral procession.
Hearing the sounds of tears and sorrow.
But now things are better. Thankfully.

I don't remember getting a C in calculus first semester.
Spending time studying on things I didn't understand.
Spending time going to tutoring on things I didn't understand.
Spending time talking to my teacher on things I didn't understand.
Spending time practicing things I still don't understand.
But now things are different. Thankfully.

I don't remember leaving Chicago to come to school.
Wishing I didn't have to leave my friends.
Wishing I didn't have to leave the city I love.
Wishing I didn't have to be bored as hell while being stuck in Tucson.
Wishing I could have went to a school in downtown Chicago and never left.
But in the fall things will be different. Thankfully.

I don't remember getting stung by a bee while driving home stuck in traffic.
Hurting my eye.
Hurting my mood.
Hurting my happiness.
Hurting my eye! It seriously hurt like hell.
I hate bees.