Armorel-Whitney Wagganer

Ever since I was a baby, my family and I lived in Blytheville, Arkansas. My brother since kindergarten went to Armorel. Armorel is a tiny school. He had about thirty-five people in his class in total. The school only had one hallway with maybe thirty classrooms. I went to Armorel from kindergarten to eighth grade. I moved the summer before my ninth grade year. Over my years at Armorel, I had good friends. They still, to this day are very good friends, we just don’t see or talk to each other a lot. Their names are Blaine McCormick, Olivia Myers, Matt Wyatt, Jonathan Willard, Emma Haskins, Wesley Walls, Kelsey Brooks, and Andrea FitzPatrick. Kelsey was two years older than me, but we had been friends forever because our brothers played baseball together. Olivia and Wesley were two years younger than me, Matt, Jonathan, Blaine, Andrea, and Emma. All of us are twenty-eighteen graduates. As a girl who loved basketball, even in my younger years, every day from fourth to sixth grade at recess me and all the guys would always play pick-up basketball games. Those were so intense we lost friendships over them until the next day when we would re-pick teams and play again. Once we all got into seventh grade, we were even closer than we ever were in elementary. We went to the movies more, went out and ate more, or even just hand out at everyone’s houses then. We would ride around on four-wheelers or they would come to my house and we would swim our lives away. Usually, we couldn’t drive these places yet, so we would have our parents take us everywhere. I am sure we annoyed them, but they knew we should have a childhood and hand out with each other a lot. Before I moved, all my friends and I made a pack to have the best summer of our lives. That way we could die with memories and we’d never forget our laughs, cries, or laughing until we cried of that year. I am very glad I grew up with those people, I don’t know what I would do without our memories.