Sometime in the sixth grade

My next memory comes to you from a time in my life when i was in love with Blake Atchison. I remember venturing out into our woods behind the house, with mom's hunter green barn coat on...( i loved that coat, i think it made me feel rustic) taking my journal out there (pretty sure it was drizzly and gray which really helped set the tone.) I began to write poetry. Sappy, dramatic poetry that was way more intense than my actual feelings for Blake. I sat writing, imagining a tragic life filled with deep sorrow and great joy that ended with me dying in Blake's arms just as he realizes he loves me, when suddenly i spotted a large flat rock on the ground! Nothing like etching your love in stone, thought i, so i etched into the rock " I Love Blake". I felt somehow like this validated my 'love' for him...i must really mean it if i am willing to carve it in stone...

A few months later, Joseph found it in the woods and made fun of me for it...which i deserved. Oh yea, and i really did write a short story about me dying Blake's arms...only it was set in the 1700's, and i am pretty sure i borrowed a lot of the plot from Sense and Sensibility.