Good times

I wake up get out of bed, walk outside. The smell of spring hits me, a good feeling. I get in the car and drive, open the sunroof and windows and get a good tour of the old Warwick. Towns building up a little, more houses going in, more traffic, losing the small town charm. Drive by the old highschool hang out spots, good memories. Drive by Warwick Valley High School, simpler times it seemed and alot less to worry about, where driving an old beat up GTI and doing burnouts and getting all day detentions and throwing water baloons were part of everyday life. Then to hidden valley, unknown ski resort 10 minutes from mt creek where many a kid learned how to board and we had free food. Good times! Its weird its been 2 years since i've graduated but things have changed so much! I've been through 5 cars! my shoulder has dislocated 4 times! I've met massive amounts of new people and the Cerrato will live on! And this journal is the dumbest thing i've ever wrote