1 Firestone

Recently my house here in China has been bombarded with boxes and boxes of our stuff that we are moving here. Not only did we get a shipment from Shenzhen, but we got a shipment from Arkansas full of things that we haven't seen for over three years. A few of these boxes had things full of old gems. I found my baseball trophies, solo and ensemble awards, yearbooks, journals, and picture after picture. Pictures from my dance team days, mud fights at girls camp, canoeing, boating, my inflatable pig halloween costume (perhaps my favorite costume yet), homecoming and prom pictures, and pictures of the house that I grew up in...1 Firestone.

So this post is dedicated to my trip down memory lane that I've been having the past few days. Remembering the windows I would sneak out of, the swing in the driveway where I had my first kiss, the deck where we had junior prom dinner, the hot tub where meetings for HTC were held, the street where we would meet to play night flashlight tag and truth or dare. That place is my Stonehenge (literally the name of my neighborhood, and no I did not grow up in England). I have so many memories of that house, that neighborhood, that town. And I think I'll always be able to remember the way the grass felt there and how freeing it was to drive down Walton Blvd. with the windows down or the way the square felt at night and how drinking a Jones soda from Tiger Stop seemed to fix everything.

Thanks 1 Firestone, for everything.

p.s.-here's to hoping Espana wins the World Cup in a few hours! What I wouldn't give to watch the game there at my favorite pub with my favorite Spaniard friends.