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“But I thought you said you didn’t like computers.” “I don’t,” I said feeling bummed out. She sensed my emotion and decided not to pry, but it was too late. Before I knew it I was pouring my heart out to the old lady like I had known her my entire life. “I never wanted to go to school for computers. I always wanted to be a chef. Cook for people and work in a famous 5-star restaurant, but from where I’m from, you can’t do those types of things and be successful.” “Honey who told you this?” “My mother.” The lady sighed and walked out of the room. I thought she was annoyed with hearing me rant so I turned around to walk out of the door. “Here honey,” she said, handing me a flower pot. “What do I do with this?” “Set it in the sun, water it every day, and make a wish.

Each day that you wake up, believe that you can be whatever you want to be.” I walked away with a flower pot and directions on how to get to where I was trying to go originally. The rest of that semester I did exactly what she told me to do. I woke up, watered my plant, and made a wish. As the plant grew, so did I (mentally). By the end of the semester, I had a sunflower as big as me and I changed my major from IT to culinary arts. I worked hard every day and busted my butt up until I graduated. The day before graduation I entered the flower shop and looked for the little old lady, but couldn’t find her, so I went into the back where she came from and found a garden. I stood there looking at the garden as each plant had a tag on it, yet one seemed to stick out the most to me. I walked up to the tag and it had my name on it. “I grew that for you,” said the old lady as I turned around. “It was supposed to be your graduation gift.” “Why is mine different from the rest?” “Because you inspired me the most. When I first met you, you were broken, but I saw something in you that you didn’t, so I motivated you. The sunflower didn’t help you grow, you helped yourself. All you needed was a push. Now you take your degree and be the best chef you were born to be, and don’t ever underestimate what you can do again.” I smiled at her, grabbed my flower she made me and walked towards the door. I stopped because I remembered why I came in the first place. I pulled out a bag filled with sunflower seeds and set them on her desk. “I brought these for you. You can eat them or grow more, it’s up to you, but ma’am, thank you.” I walked out of the door and across the stage beginning my journey to a new and improved life, all thanks to the little old lady that saw what I didn’t see in myself.  

An Epic Party Night that Changed my Life

It was the summer of 2016 and it was a time to remember. My name is Ian Trent and I’m about to tell you about an epic party night that I will never forget. I live in Tampa Bay down in Florida. It was nearing the end of August and there was a huge beach party being given on St. Pete Beach. I and buds Justin, Keenan, and Jayden were all invited. We even had a few girls that wanted to tag along.

Normally, we wouldn’t let a bunch of females go with us to a party. However, we let them tag along because they were hot. Cadence was a Latina chick with a stacked body. She was truly a snack. Lori was a pretty face brown-eyed brunette with amazing boobs and sexy legs to boot. Ultimately, we invited these two females along as “babe bait”. Two chicks who looked like they did would definitely attract the attention of other females to us. Otherwise, they wouldn’t be coming with us at all.

The party started on a Friday and would last the whole entire weekend until Sunday night. The affair was set to begin at 12 p.m. near the beach area along the strip. It was being sponsored by a group of businesses that wanted to throw an end of the summer party bash before everyone went back to college. I had to work until 5 p.m. that day. I would normally work the 2nd shift at the electronic store where I was employed.

Justin, Jayden, and Keenan had managed to get off for the whole weekend. Anyway, I had packed some clothes in my car. Once work ended, I headed right to the beach. I quickly changed clothes and then hooked up with my friends. It was about 6:30 and the sun was still shining bright. Then about 7, Lori and Cadence showed up and we began to party. The crowd at the beach was starting to grow, the music was blaring, and the people were ready to have fun.

I was running around talking and laughing with people. I danced with a bunch of girls and even walked the strip with my friends and those two hot chicks that came with us. We were on cloud nine that night. I mean, it felt like me and my crew were the best thing at the party. I had a bunch of hot girls running up to us and trying to hit on me and the guys. I got at least 4 numbers when we were out walking the strip. Then I picked up more girls after Cadence danced with me. It was like I was a celebrity or something.

You got to understand something. I wasn’t a loser or anything, but I never really got a bunch of girls either. Up until the night of that epic party, I was just an ordinary dude. Nothing was that great about me. Truthfully, I’m still not all that special. However, that night boosted my popularity for some reason. I mean, at least 2,000 people showed up to that beach event. Since that time, I have been seeing many of those people all over the Tampa area. They must remember me because they have been coming up talking to me. Especially the ladies. That night might not be all that special to my friends, the people who attended the party or to anyone else. But that epic party that took place back in the summer of 2016, was a life-changing event that I will never forget.

 

The Year I Became A Man

Third grade was just like any other year before it. School nights were filled with doing homework and weekends were filled with sporting events. One incident that made third grade different than any other year is that it was the first time that a girl had really gotten me into any trouble and made it so a teacher wrote a note to my mother. In third grade, I became a man.

Let me tell you, there are a million reasons that a teacher would have to write a letter to a student’s parent but I pretty sure that my situation is not a regular occurrence for an eight-year-old. For the first time in my life sex would get me into trouble. Yes, you read that correctly, my eight-year-old self that had not even reached puberty yet was already getting into trouble from sex. What could a third grader possibly know about sex? That’s a good question because I did not know a thing about the subject.

It was raining that day so we had indoor recess. Indoor recess meant that we had to stay in our classrooms and either play board games or color or just sit and talk to our friends. I can remember sitting on the floor and talking to several other boys in my class. I have no idea how the subject was brought up but one of the boys started talking about sex. It most likely had something to do with what he heard from an older sibling or parent or even more probable something he heard on TV. Whatever the case may have been the boy was bragging about how he had sex. He did not go into detail because as a third-grader we didn’t even know what sex really was or how to even perform the act. Since I wanted to be cool and act like I was not the sheltered child that I was I too began talking about my prepubescent sexual encounters.

There was a boy in my class named Kevin. Kevin and I were good friends and I would often go to Kevin's house to ride bikes after school. There was one particular afternoon when Kevin's cousin was over. She was the same age as us and to make a long story short, we were playing Baywatch. Kevin's cousin, Samantha, was drowning and I was the lifeguard that was going to save her. Keep in mind that I was in third grade and had no idea what I was doing but needless to say that day was technically the day I got my first kiss. However, I do not count that as my first kiss because of course, I was in third grade and had no clue what I was doing.

This all happened a few weeks before the conversation I had with the boys at school. If you asked any of my classmates what happened that day, I had sex with Kevin’s cousin. Not literally of course but at the time all that I knew about the topic was that it was just a boy and a girl kissing and hugging and for some reason boys and girls liked to use their tongues while they kiss. I didn’t get it. 

During our indoor recess on that rainy day, after the one boy had finished telling us about his sexual encounter that had no real details, I couldn’t help but tell my story. Of course, I went into great detail about tongue kissing and laying on the floor and made it sound like it was much more than it really was. Can you blame me? For a brief five minutes, I was the man. I had sex with a girl! Whatever that meant. Unfortunately, I was not paying attention to our