My First Job.....Interview

It was only a couple of weeks ago when i had my first job interview. I was so scared but knew I was going to get the job. I have a connection through my sister so obviously I was going to get the job. But i was still so horrified.......
      " Emma?"
      " Yes " I said shyly grinning. My heart pumping so hard I could see my chest move.
      " Are you ready?"
      " Ummm....... I hope so."
      " You'll be fine.....I think. Ha I'm just kidding. If you're anything like your sister then you will be a perfect fit here."
30 seconds later. "So this is Lance. He will be helping me conduct your interview. Don't feel nervous around him because you'll be working with him in the summer."
I was automatically excited.
      " I guess that is OK!" I said looking flirty because he was so cute!!
He was the a lot taller than me and had sandy blondish brown hair. And such a cute smile. Ugh just so cute!
     "HAHA ok nice to meet you." he said looking a little unsure of himself.
     " So Emma I want you to pretend that Lance and I are kids during summer camp. I cant be there so I ask you to start a game with the kids. Talk to us like we are kids and teach us how to play a game. But make it original!" as she winked at me like she was saying "you can do it!"
     " WOW! Well this is short notice and quite embarrassing, but ok....OK KIDS! Today we will play one of my favorite games. We are playing hide and seek. You all need to go hide in clever spot and someone will come find you. You may NOT go under cars or past the edge of the grass! Understood?!"
    " Are we allowed to punch kids who get in our way and steal our hiding spots?" she said in a surprisingly childish way.
    " Most definitely not!"
    " OK Emma that was good. So next question. What would you bring to this staff and summer camp?"
    " I am very good with kids and I'm good at solving problems between kids. I went to Ottoman Elementary and I was on the mediation team because I was awesome. I'm super friendly and a hard worker. I don't complain and so yea I'm just a really good person. I'm the kind of person that will be there before everyone else and leave after everyone else."
    " Cool. Cool. I think that is really good answer and I think you will be a perfect fit."
    " So your first job will be later in the month and ill have you work the concert in the park."
    " Sweet. I'm super excited. And thank you so much. I'm really looking forward to working here!"

Rememories

   There is never a day when I don't remember. Some days I remember more than others. Now that my sister Katie has moved out (Whoop! Whoop!) and lives on her own i want to remember. I need to remember. I remember the smallest details from a day when we were kids. All the days when the little plastic playground in our living room became our oasis of fantasy. Where we would slay dragons and play house. Where my dad became the pony and we would ride on his back all the way to the other side of the land. Sometimes we pretended like we were inmates trapped by the evil parental unit. We shared that sliver of happiness together. I remember the day when we picked out my sister's dog Missy. Wandering the halls of the SPCA and peeking into the rooms with cages of puppies. All of them howling and knowing they weren't hurting but simply happy to see someone. And then we spotted Missy. We took our excited shaking hand and turned the lock on her cage as she bolted out. We sat outside and watched her as she sniffed us with incredible force.
   I will forever and always know of my grandfather. I don't remember my grandpa at all. He died when I was 2-3 years old. The best memory of him really isn't a memory i have in my head. It is a video that my parents took of him at his birthday party holding me. He never really looked like he knew what I was. He looked at me like I was this miniscule, squirmy thing flailing around and crying a river. But I know that he is in heaven remembering me. I remember days before my Mormor's stroke when we played restaurant in her living room. I would take her order on a yellow post-it note and then prepare her dinner using quarters that she had collected over the years. I remember how dirty the money was, my hands dripping in germs. My Morfar would always hide the money from me in an empty beer keg. He knew that I would always find it the next day.
   I remember the day when I woke my dad up at 6:00 in the morning just so we could hang out. He would make this mountain of fluffy steam filled pancakes. I would smother them in spreadable "I Can't Believe it's not Butter" butter. Then just ever so slightly pour on some "Log Cabin" maple syrup. Good times. There are so many memories I wish I knew how to explain. But I guess that that is part of the glory of memories. You don't always have to share them. You let others make memories of their own.

Growing is Forever

Watching this video "Growing is Forever" is so relaxing to me. Looking at the trees and listening to the music that goes along with it is the best thing ive ever heard. When I look at this i think of romance. It is the perfect vision of my idea of a place for romance. The way the narrator speaks in a whispering voice while we wonder through the forest makes me think of life and how I wish my life could be as peaceful as that forest. How I wish I could somedays teleport myself there and just sit and reflect on my life. Those trees make me think of all the possibilities in life. How each tree has its own possibility in side of its trunk. It makes me feel like life could be so simple. I can only hope heaven is like this. just sitting amongst trees. This setting is so beautiful and so serene.

Growing is Forever

Watching this video "Growing is Forever" is so relaxing to me. Looking at the trees and listening to the music that goes along with it is the best thing ive ever heard. When I look at this i think of romance. It is the perfect vision of my idea of a place for romance. The way the narrator speaks in a whispering voice while we wonder through the forest makes me think of life and how I wish my life could be as peaceful as that forest. How I wish I could somedays teleport myself there and just sit and reflect on my life. Those trees make me think of all the possibilities in life. How each tree has its own possibility in side of its trunk. It makes me feel like life could be so simple. I can only hope heaven is like this. just sitting amongst trees. This setting is so beautiful and so serene.

Eyes Wide Open

Today sitting outside on the Senior Square steps, there was a breeze in the air. A breeze I remember from long ago while getting ready to sail on my first cruise. Feeling the cool breeze blow through my hair on our balcony. And knowing at any moment we were off. Then the horn blows just like a trombone in room D6 in early September. We were finally off. I remember the feeling of panic as I watched the tiny spots on the ground which formed into men untying the string from the dock. Knowing I was now on my way to some far away place. Not knowing what to expect in those magical lands we call tropical islands. I missed the sounds of people mowing the lawn at school and flying by the classroom window, kids all around watching them. I remember those good ol' days.