2012

2012 was my year. A 16-year-old, living life freely. It was pure joy. I did summer camp for the first time. I was at my best in basketball. Life was blissful. School was amazing as well. I was taking some high-level classes and worked at them with pride. I was a Bonafide scholar across the board.

Summer camp was beautiful. As a volunteer, I felt community and love from my peers and the rest of the staff. This was at my old Church. So, I also gained some spiritual nourishment daily.

Basketball was a huge highlight for me. I had a trainer for the first time and was being pushed every single day. Soon enough, every day I awoke, I was ready for practice. I’d have my headphones in, and would walk to the park, focused on getting better. This led to me being my best at the game. My peak at the sport was back then so far.

Oftentimes I reflect on my childhood and adolescence. The thoughts tend to be negative, filled with pain or regret. But 2012 was different. At 16, it felt perfect. Some would say there was something in the water. But I was also at peace. Probably the most peace I had ever felt. My spirit was carefree.