I always did too much. Loved too hard, felt too deeply, jumped over the edge before checking someone would be there to catch me. I hit the ground too fast, my skin tore, my knees blushed but I pushed myself up and dove over the next cliff. Once an addict...

child hood memory's of being the fastest in your grade but not with out a price, a skinned knee and ripped jeans, mom will be mad but its all worth it because right then you have the biggest smile on your face, your the fastest runner in your entire grade.