People Change
I never use to think that people could change. I always thought no matter what we are always the same person. If I loved spaghetti or pizza as a kid, I’ll love it until I’m eighty. (I hope I never hate spaghetti, to much love for it!) I always thought as a person, all of my friends that I knew in elementary school would be my friends forever. But of course, that isn’t reality. Things always seem to go bad, and I believe that people change.

I remember my best friend Tayler from kindergarten. We used to sit on the playground and vow that we would always be best friends. Even in elementary school with all of our little drama, we would stick together. Tayler and me would be each other’s partners for everything! Obviously childhood seemed to be a lot easier than it is today. Holding friends close, and having an innocent good time was what childhood was always about. Eventually everything changes.

As always, 6th graders graduate from elementary school and move on to middle school. I found Tayler on the first day of middle school and we were disappointed that we didn’t have any classes together. We barely even saw each other in the hallways. Tayler and I rarely even talked anymore. Our friendship was crumbling, as we knew it. Me and Tayler soon drifted apart and barely talk anymore because we didn’t have any common interests like we used too. She got involved with different friends, and we just changed. To this day, I and Tayler don’t talk anymore. The only thing that I have to remember her by is the memories that we shared. Memories that are lost and forgotten, tucked deep in my heart.

I’m not the one to say that I haven’t changed myself, because I know I have. I used to hangout with wrong people and do some pretty stupid stuff. Now, I’m the silent girl in the classroom who’s trying to get her work done. I remember my 7th grade year. I was trying to scramble to find friends because I was so scared of all of these new people. Little did I know, I was changing. I wasn’t secluded to one little group anymore it was something else. I was the girl that always wore that blue soccer shirt, black sweat pants, and my Birkenstocks (comfy too if I may add). I was always really shy and was scared to talk to people. Then suddenly my 8th grade year came, and I was something else. I was talking to everyone that I came across; I was happy and screaming in the hallways. I changed for the better in me and I made tons of new friends and I’m still happy till this day with all of my friends. I’ve learned who will be there for me if I need them and who I can just joke with.

I believe that people change. My point is, you don’t expect someone to be your friend forever, or to stay the same. It’s hard to be true to ones self but you shouldn’t change for the wrong reasons. People are misleading and mischievous in this world, but we have to realize what we have and we don’t have. For whatever reason, everything happens for their own particular reasons. Sometimes we think that last year was so much better than this year, but the obstacles that are put out in front of us change us all. Change is a scary thing, but that’s what makes life exciting too.