This is probably one of the most awesome photos that I own.
That’s Dave, Glen and myself.
Dave is Dave, yes, Charlottes father. Look at how short he used to be, he used to ask me out a lot and I always said no cos he was so short -_- HAHA. He’s taller than me now though. That’s my wonky hair and wearing my Fox motorcross racing top. (I used to braid my hair to make it curly, now it just does it on it’s own >_<) Glen was my boyfriend at the time, my first REAL boyfriend (if you get my meaning), and we were together for years and years through high school. It ended under very suspicious circumstances, but we still talk. He lives around the corner. Far out, we look so young. Glen was 16, Dave and I were 15. It was summer and I lived in Stokes Valley. We used to spend all our time bumming around the house and listening to loud music. Riding our BMX’s, motorbikes, talking about random crap. Innocence was bliss. I just had to write about this, it was an awesome moment. Summer of ’95 was one time I’d definitely go back to