No, it really does fly

Recently I was brought to the realization that next year I will be a junior in college. What?? Are you seriously telling me that half (were I actually on a standard 4-year path) of my college career is over? How did this happen? When did this happen? Where was I and how on earth did I miss it? 

I cannot even wrap my brain around this. Life. Literally. Flies.

I am positive that Taylor Swift can say it better than I can... I wish so badly that I would just never grow up.

I miss riding in the dishpan over my dad's head. Sledding down the hill in our neighbor's back yard. When every stuffed animal in my chest was named Jimeny Cricket. When getting a piece of gum from Glen was the best part of any day. Selling parking spaces to the state fair. Needing my sisters help to master drawing a star. When bedtime and the playing of a harmonica were synonymous. When the biggest thrill came from hiding in Katie's pantry and sneaking dog food. The embarrassment of going to school before the pox marks had healed. My first mechanical pencil seeming like the greatest advancement the world would ever witness. When Barney and a bag of green beans was what made the world go round. When the purple bike was my greatest possession. The day my goldfish died and I thought my heart would never be more broken. When Mrs. Carter confiscating Becca's note was the most humiliating thing ever. Sitting on my bed listening to Emily and Miranda talk about their amazingly cool high school lives. Thinking that if I could only pierce my ears, everything would be ok. When the best way to spend a Friday night was watching Disney Channel with Naomi. When I realized I could pay for the pizza and a movie my mind was blown. When the ability to drive myself to the grocery store was a realization that took months to click.

Even though this overwhelming nostalgic phase began just this morning, I feel that it must have been going on sub-consciously for quite some time. Or, at least, a few days. Because the other night I decided Sarah and I needed to dress up and make music videos to Brittany Spears and the Spice Girls in our bathroom.

Did I do this as a child? No. But it still brought me back.

I have decided, after much consideration, to share these pictures with you. The videos? No, not ever. They are only to be seen by those who were there to witness the original moments.

Photos courtesy of Jennie :)