The Hard to Easy Days
I am from the hard days where I had to suffer through my broken body, missing
the fun activities everyone else was apart of.
I am from the easy days where I would ride behind my dad on the jet skis and
carve up the lake together.
I am from the hard days, grinding out my Eagle Scout merit badges and the
service that followed.
I am from the easy days where I traveled around the world and explored the
different cultures with my family.
I am from the hard days of death and sadness in my family, not knowing what
will happen next.
I am from the easy days in the summer, sleeping on the trampoline and
swimming in the lakes with my cousins.
I am from the hard days, practicing all night and stressing out for the Wizard of Oz
play.
I am from the easy days shredding up the nar with my buddies.
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