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Do you ever just wish you could relive your childhood? I don't mean change it, I wouldn't change mine for the world! I would say some of you feel that you would change yours however, I do believe that the memories you have from the past, those bad memories and good, equally taught you lessons and made you stronger every day. We all have travelled down different roads and maybe we chose the wrong path a few times but just look at how strong you are now! Look what you've came through! Anyway, I've gone off on a tangent AGAIN. I'm terrible for doing that. So my brother came home last night talking about his latest school project... 'NICOLE NICOLE, WE'RE DOING A TIMELINE OF OUR LIVES AND I NEED PICTURES FROM 2005 UNTIL NOW!' (He's 10 years old.) So I pulled out the dusty family hard-drive and started sifting through the endless files with thousands of photos. I was shocked at how many experiences and celebrations I had forgotten and at how quickl

Whilst I sit in my bedroom, my brain blank, in a daze, staring at my desk which is undoubtedly my own organised mess, glancing to my wardrobe where my school shirt sleeve manages to squeeze through the doors to wave 'hello' to me (or to escape the claustrophobia of my clutter within) to my dear old rocking horse Spirit, who will soon celebrate his thirteenth Christmas with me and his tail which is grasping onto him by it's tiny wired threads, I begin to realise that my room expresses my character to a level that even I can't comprehend! My desk - the mess - showing my fretting, panicking, rushing, stressful streak in my personality when education is on my mind.  My wardrobe, whilst looking perfectly organised from the outside holds the clutter and disasters of my life inside, bursting, trying to escape, but I manage to keep my guard up and look in perfect condition to the naked eye.  My Spirit, the creature which fuelled my imagination from the ripe age of