Highschool football started all over the state tonight. I still like to go even though I don't know anyone on the team anymore. It's weird to think that it's been six years. Tonight I went to Davison with my parents. For all of you geographically challenged people, it's just east of Flint. I really had been missing my family, so I jumped at the opportunity to hang out with them. They offered to stop and pick me up on their way, so why not go? We stopped at Taco Bell on the way and got dinner for three people for seven dollars...amazing that Taco Bell is...not so amazing on the digestive system all the time though, but oh well.
So we watched the football game. It was pretty exciting. Davison scored first. No problem though...Lowell won 42-7. It was a relatively short game since they go to a running clock when one team is up by 35.
My mom told me that a lady down the road just died of cancer. Her daughter used to babysit us occasionally, and we always got awesome halloween candy from their house. Usually a whole candy bar or a bag full of fun sized ones. I got to thinking about how I'm at that age where that same sort of thing could happen to my friends parents, and even my own. I like to think at times that my parents are immune to death and disease. Ignorant, I know, but who wants to think of their parents dying. Over the years I have sort of gotten immune to death so to say. A good percentage of my highschool class has died in the last 9 years. A few i was really close to, and the others I can at least share a memory about. Maybe I will write more about that later. Really, I just don't want to deal with death, maybe because I don't know how to even though it has happened so often.
