Remembering the Branch

Everyone has that place outside of their home where they feel as if they could walk around in their PJ's all day and no one would care. That place where you know everyone by their first name. For me that was Dodson Branch. I had spent most of my life there, starting from the time I was four till about my eight grade graduation. I grew up there. I can remember the smell of it. I can still fell the presence I would fell walking in the front doors... A presence of being completely excepted. There I didn't have to live up to anyone's expectations. I could simply be. I was younger then and no one was asking me what I wanted to be when I grew up or what college I was going to go to or even if I was going to college. Most of the kids there were smaller then me so I didn't really care about my height, though the entire third grade class called me,"Shorty" thanks to my eldest brother. I didn't care how I dressed, because most of the people could still remember when my mother dressed me. (Ha!) There were kids that I could actually say that I had held them in my arms as babies. Then I got into high school and things changed fast. People that I had spent almost everyday with just kinda disappeared, or moved on to other people. I suddenly felt completely lost in a swarm of people with nothing and no one to hold onto. Things went from pure bliss to controlled chaos. After a while I felt as disconnected to everything and everyone I had ever cared about. I had teachers cramming information down my throat about colleges and vocational schools. It wasn't pleasant and now its almost over and that scares me more then anything. Because the jump from the Branch to high school was bad enough, what's the jump into the "real world" going to be like?

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