I used to love the Power Rangers, as did most other kids my age. Anyway, for the most part, my parents forbid it cause it was always on the news for portraying violence to little kids and whatever but i still sat in front of the tube everyday at like 4:30 (i think that was the time) on weekdays just to watch it. I watch it now, sometimes, just for kicks, and man, that show is really out of date. Oh yeah - they used to have these commercial segments, where they try to teach a moral lesson. Those were always entertaining...

I think I learned the difference between gray (or grey) and brown. I guess before I thought mud was gray and skies were brown.

I am really close with my grandmother so it's hard to say one time that sticks out. One time in the summer, my cousins were over. We all lived very close to each other, within 5 minutes walk of each other's places. Since my grandma lived at my house and took care of my cousins as well, they came over everyday in the summer. Anyway, my house is sort of boring - I wasn't allowed to have video games and wasn't allowed to watch tv during the day. So my cousins and I were outside ride our bikes around the block one day and we decided to go to my cousin's house. My grandma yelled for us to come home but we wanted to go over to his house to get his video game system. She kept saying that it was dangerous, how there's cars and its on a slope and etc etc. Being kids, we decided to ignore her but we only went half way before our guilty conscience kicked in.

Anyway, I was annoyed because I really wanted to play the N64. So we went back and she got mad at us and yeah. We kept saying spiteful things as if we were hurt. Not nice of us, I know. At night, she pulled me aside and explained to me why it was bad.

When I was young, I was one of those kids that was really anxious to start school. My junior kindergarten teacher was supposed to come and have a meet and greet with my dad (my mom was in the hospital at that time with my brother). Anyway, I stared out the window in the living room the whole day waiting for her to come. I didn't know how she looked and so I saw everybody who walked or drove past my house as my potential teacher. Eventually, she comes in, talks and leaves. I don't remember what she talked about, being that I was a child and didn't understand adult-speak at that point. Before she left though, she gave me a red apple. I thought she was the evil witch from Snow White. (The teacher was old and retired like two or three years after I went to her class.)

My first kiss. I don't remember it too vividly, but 5 minutes (or maybe even longer), I gathered my thoughts and realized that i had my first kiss. I guess its one of those moments that you think about for a long time and when it happens, it doesnt feel so different. its sorta like, you build up for so long your 16th birthday (or 18th or 20th or 21st) and when you get there, you think that you're gonna feel OLD. but when it happens, everything is kinda anticlimatic. anyway, when i got home, my grandma greeted me at the door. for a second, i wondered if she could tell that something was different about me.

Anyway, after we broke up, we didnt talk for the longest time. I didnt really think about it cause well, there wasnt much to remember. I saw her at prom and barely recognized her. i said hi and took a picture with her. and that was that.