I was watching tv tonight just taking it easy of this friday night and there was a scene where they were on the beach of the Pacific Ocean and it made me think of two summers ago when I finally saw the world from the Pacific side.

I just remember driving down the coastline from San Franciso to San Diego just waiting to get my chance to put my feet in the "dark" sand for once. We finally reached San Diego and met with Billy's aunt on Mission Beach and there she was: big, blue, and most importantly; waves. I sat there for what seemed like an afternoon just watching the waves consistenly move in, this time from left to right.

There are moments in our lives that we never forget, things that are most beloved memories and those that are our worst. But we most remember that they are ours, they are colors and contrast of our lives that make us who we are. My first kiss, my first time drunk, my first coaster, where I was the first time I heard a Zeppelin song, the first time I fell in love and the first time my heart got broken. My first car wreck, the first time I saw the statue of liberty, the time I saw Ground Zero in New York, my first time breaking 100 mph on a coaster, the first time I saw the Rockies, the Grand Canyon, the time I saw the sun rise in Monument Valley, running up the stairs in Philly just where Rocky did it, sky diving, almost getting a tattoo, hearing Buffett for the first time, hearing Jack for the first time, seeing my grandfather in the hospital and almost fainting, and taking the biggest risks of my life...

These moments don't define who I am necessairly, they are just the pages of my life. I take what I want from each of these, but I always remember to atleast take something from them. If anyone has a top five or more for that matter send them to me. It's always a great thing to see what memories matter in people's lives.