The first memory that I have was of the week before I was moving away to Colorado from Arkansas. I was hanging out with some of my best friends in my backyard, a few were swimming in the pool and another few of us were eating the ribs that my dad had made. I don’t remember much of what we were doing but I do remember a match of marko polo that made everyone argue saying that someone was cheating. 

I do remember when everyone left though because my parents got mad at me for the mess that was mostly made by my friends and that I had to clean up for about 30 minutes.