Face of Pride

With today, my first memory was of me at the age of 9. Short of hieght, deasert dirt covering me from head to toe, with would have been blond to brown hair, if the parents had not decided to shave it down to that old fashion buzz cut most kids had back than. Standing at the front iron gate, at 6am I could feel the heat of the sun warming the air around me as I was dropped back off at home from a campout,grinning from ear to ear with pride but tired faced. Trying to hold my new trophies, bags, and all else that I was just to lazy to throw into those bags being of that age.