Letter to my Younger Self
Dear Matthew, Welcome to fifth grade picture day. Don’t worry, you’ll grow out of that portly face of yours and bloated listed weight on your ID card. But it will be a bummer that you decide to play video games and eat a hefty after-school snack every day. It won’t be until later that you realize how much more you’re capable of. You’ll be off to middle school in a couple months, and that seems kind of scary. It’s a new place and as the oldest child, you’re the first one in the family to experience that schooling change. While you’ll subconsciously block out those three years, certain details will prevail. Playing baseball when instead you were supposed to be practicing tennis during P.E; rocking out on the saxophone in band (don’t worry—you’ll kill the solo for Gimme’ Some Lovin at a concert in 8 th grade); being the upstart dodgeball team in Riverside Middle School’s first dodgeball tournament—making the semi-finals down two players among your team of five (or at least that...