It was extremely dark outside. The sun was not even up yet. I could not believe that anybody would ever get up this early. I glanced at the clock, bright red digits showed that the time was 5:45 am. I stumbled out of my dark room into an even darker bathroom. I spent some time in there trying to make myself look presentable for my big day. I trudged back into my room and tried to pick out something that would make me look cool. I glanced out the window, it was dark and rainy outside just like my spirits. I really was not looking forward to going. I made my way down stairs, where my mom was hard at work preparing for the day ahead. She was busy making lunches for my brother, me, and herself. She greeted me with a smile and ask what I would like for breakfast. She began making me an egg, bacon, and cheese breakfast sandwich. We started talking and she told me how she could not believe that I was so grown up. Before I knew it it was time to go. I grabbed my backpack and made my way slowly to the door. I walked slow hoping that she would say that I did not have to go, but she did not. I walked out into the dark, cold, and wet morning heading toward the spot where I would meet my doom. I looked to my left and saw the big bright lights shinning through the dark. The big object rolled to a stop in front of me, and its doors opened wide. I clambered up the steps, and took a seat. The bus pulled forward already in route to take me to my first day of high school.
My mom says that she remembers this event very clearly. The whole time she was in the kitchen that morning she just kept thinking that her children where growing up so fast. To this day she still tells me that fairly often. To her I am her first born son and she just does not want me to grow up. I know my mom would do anything to make me happy, and I appreciate everything that she has do for me in my lifetime.
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