Memories..

Some memories of my own…

So not too long ago, I was on the way to a volleyball game. To be honest, I wasn’t really looking forward to it; it was a Monday afternoon, I was absolutely exhausted, and the opposing team was supposed to kill us. The overall day was pretty much summed up as just one of those days. Everyone has those days, the ones where all that’s desired is going home to do nothing, and that being the complete satisfaction of the day. Those days tend to just ddrrraaaaggg on, leaving you with nothing but hope for it too end. So anyway, one of my best friends and I were sitting on the bus, might I add very closely, because we had to fit three teams in there. Yep, three teams of about 14 kids.We were driving along, about 10 minutes away from the school, when our bus slows down for another bus to stop.

“Ughh..” we all shrugged. “Are you kidding me?” The boy behind us shouted. Any second that kept us from getting off the bus felt like a lifetime. We waited about 10 seconds before  4 little kids, all about 3 feet tall, carrying different charactered lunch boxes like spiderman and Hannah Montana, (obviously) , sprinted off the bus to jump into the arms of their moms who had been waiting at the bus stop for what seemed like hours. All the kids faces were lit up and filled with joy. The windows were open and the air rung with little-kid-laughter, and soon faded as the bus slowly drove away. After the moments passed and that whole scene was taken in, my friend and I couldn’t help but turn to each other and just smile. It was the smile of pure innocence and delight. Though it was just a few moments, it was something so precious and so sweet. Not only did the fact of seeing little kids come home from school extremely happy and cheery to run into their moms arms put that smile on my face, but realizing that those type of moments need appreciation. I can remember myself in their position, and to have that over joyful feeling of being a little kid back, would be unreal. The joy of innocence is something so meaningful yet so indescribable, that sometimes the only way to respond to it, is to smile. 

 

 

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