I recently flipped through a childhood album.
Baby pictures where I'm cute and cuddly. Big smile and matching belly sitting in a basin. Holding a water hose soaking my new Sunday shoes. Birthday parties and unwrapping Christmas gifts.
But then there was this huge gap.
It was as if I never existed in middle school. Just an album page of school photos with awkward expressions, cowlicks and a rooster tail to document the next 3 to 4 years of my life.
What I remember most about middle school is not being a member of the of the cool kids group. Teachers were the only ones who didn't call me Metal Mouth while I had braces. Plus, I was constantly growing taller so my pants were never long enough. Always good for a joke at my expense.