Essay about my fondest high school memories

I sit in my chair, sipping my black coffee
An orange and yogurt make my lunch
crunch crunch
I look at my wall, a plain beige for this bachelor
and see my tuxedo crumpled for the weddings i attend, never hosting
the hauntings of ghostlings on this paper i write upon
I scribble, the creative green ink dribbles, it’s dawn
I fiddle with a staple and look to my right
memories of a honeymoon with my ex bride
a picture showing her and a kangaroo named Ron
on my bright computer screen, it glows
unlike the book of memories near, that blows
So I wrap up my thoughts
Forget my own name
And close down my mind for a mental get away

I was fortunate enough to have lived on the 2 mile final to 31R @ JFK from 1966 – 1979. I was just a kid who couldn’t keep his eyes out of the sky. I’d drive my bike down to Rockaway Blvd near the numbers for 22L and sit there for hours. I became so addicted to airplanes that I was able to ID them by sound. I remember seeing almost every airplane in this fabulous montage. Needless to say, in 1977 I soloed at age 16…got my Private at 17…and have flown and owned many different types of aircraft ever since. Had it not been for the fact that I grew up near JFK and catching the flying bug early…I doubt I’d be a pilot today. I chose to run my family business instead of flying for the airlines…but flying is flying. Anyway,these fantastic photos bring back amazing memories of those happy old days of yesteryear. Boy do I miss them!Great job!!!

Essay about my fondest high school memories

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