A Peek Into The Past

Two midterms coming up this week, and of course a procrastination post is needed.

This is my favorite shirt.

(hence the awkward pointing at said shirt)

Wow, I look like a huge dork. But I guess you can tell I really like this shirt because i'm smiling so ecstatically that my eyes have actually disappeared in this picture. Anyways, this shirt is my favorite more than the reasoning of the immense amount of style it has but of the memories it holds. I've actually had this shirt since I was 6 or 7 years old, can't remember exactly. My parents put me in sports camp over the summer and I was in this co-ed soccer camp called Skyhawks. Soccer actually used to be my favorite sport. I used to say "Why does everyone like basketball? That's stupid, my favorite sport is soccer." I don't think I was very good at soccer though. All I was good at was running quickly, but there's a lot more to soccer than just running. I remember one time the ball flew into my stomach and knocked the wind out of me. Remember that I was just a 6/7 year old girl and this camp was co-ed and I was one of the smaller, and younger ones there. And then one game I was goalie, and the soccer ball hit my face, more specifically my eye. And it was that day on, that basketball became my favorite sport. I think the mere fact that I can use my hands to catch the ball if it comes flying at my face has a lot to do with my favoritism of basketball.

As a kid this shirt used to be pretty large on me. 15 years later though, surprisingly it's a perfect fit. I love throwing this shirt on and lounging around in it. It reminds me of my childhood. It reminds me of all the sports camps and summer camps that my parents put me throughout the years in my childhood. Plus the graphic design on the shirt, I definitely am feeling it. It's funny how we can recycle so many things. If you saw me wear this shirt, you wouldn't know the story behind it and what it means to me. There's a lot of stories out there about our friends that we don't know about. How many stories are there that our friends are keeping inside them and that we don't know?

I want to hear about each one of your stories.

Let's grab some coffee and share.