Memories :)

I cheered my last sporting event ever this week. It wasn’t the last time that I was to put on my uniform and adorn my hair with my bow (that will come this Saturday), but I felt the impact of that moment all the same. I didn’t cry, I didn’t make a scene, I just stood there; and remembered. I remembered how when I was a sophomore I was as pale as a ghost and as loud as a firework. I remembered how happy I was performing on the UNI Dome field as a part of Honor Squad and how excited I was to throw a basket toss with two of the funniest girls I have ever met. I remembered how cold it was last year and how Ben and Nic would turn around and make fun of my very red and very frozen nose. Most of all though, I remembered all the times spent with my favorite people: the girls I cheered with.
Sometimes we fought, sometimes we got cranky but it never lasted because more often then not someone would do something dumb and we would all start laughing as if nothing had ever torn us apart in the first place. We are the girls who made “dike” an affectionate term. I fell on my ass with these girls. I have laughed until I have cried with them and shared pretty much every boy drama I have ever had with them. Not one of them knows how much each of them mean to me. Then is when I started tearing up. Not because I was no longer a cheerleader though, but because I have made more memories as a cheerleader then during any other time in my life. I’ll always have those memories, even when the uniform is gone. :)