I Grew Up With Him

I think that when you say you grew up with someone it should not refer to Joey that you were friends with in elementary school, or Sara that you decided you were BFFs with in middle school.  It shouldn't even refer to someone you went to high school with and had your first drunken revelations with.  Today when I said, "I grew up with him" I literally meant growing up, which didn't really happen for me until college (not that I'm claiming to be a bona fide grown up...at all).  But the years between 18 and 22 are so crucial.  (That's me and Trey up there.  He's been with me for every one of these crazy, informative years).  You learn so much about yourself and you learn who the people are that truly care about you.  I've really enjoyed these four years.  I've been up and down, done my fair share of "experimenting" and learned more in classes than I ever thought I could cram into my brain.  But most importantly, I learned a lot about people, human nature.  The point is, percentage-wise, I've done the most growing up in college and the people I know right now and keep in touch with right now are the ones I'm growing up with.  

However, I will mention this: On Thursday a guy in my class said he liked my Peter Pan shoes and no lie, that's a great compliment.  No matter how old I get there's still going to be an absolutely goofy, adventure-seeking little kid in me who just wants to spend the day playing pretend.

Don't forget to go outside, it's supposed to be beautiful this weekend : )

Chelsea