Every time I talk to an adult, I’m asked the same questions. 

What do you want to do? 

Where do you want to go to college? 

I’m tired of all these questions. 

Why do they always ask? Didn’t I just start high school? 

Nope. I’m in my junior year of high school. I don’t want it to go by this fast. I wish I could find a way to slow it down, but sadly, no one has that ability. 

I need to focus on the memories in the moment rather than dwelling on my future. 

My past feels like ages ago. 

Freshman year was ages ago. 

Summer was ages ago. 

Memories have been made. 

Friends have been made.

Friends have been lost.

All of these experiences make up my box of memories. 

Of course, I think about my future. 

Whether good or bad. 

I want a future that will bring me good memories someday. 

I want a future that tells stories. 

I want a mental scrapbook to look back on when I’m old. 

All of these parts will soon become the whole. 

If I could go back and have a conversation with my past self, I’d want her to be excited for what she will experience. 

I never thought that I’d gain two sisters, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. 

Funny to think that Mary Grace and Bella started as my sisters’ babysitters and became two of the most important people in my life. 

A simple babysitting job turned into a found family I wouldn’t exchange for anything.

The only problem? 

Life goes on, and sometimes it takes those closest to you with it. 

After they left for college, it took forever to fill the hole they left behind. 

Just focus on the good memories. 

You’ll see them again, and you’ll make even more. 

Sometimes I can’t stop thinking like that. 

Then, a horrible thing called the future knocks on my door again. 

Bombarding me with questions that I don’t want to know the answer to. Not yet. 

What will our friendship look like in the future? 

Will we become distant? 

Will we stay in touch? 

These thoughts surround me after they come and visit. 

I’m scared that memories will be all I have left. I want to be proud of what I have, and I want my future self to be proud of the life she lived. 

So I need to focus on the now. 

Make memories. Add to my box. 

My answers to all the questions are simple. 

I don’t know, but I’m excited to find out someday.