Brush with the Stars

I remember my first concert as kid. I went to see Aaron Carter at musikfest, which is a music festival that occurs one week every summer in the historic city of Bethlehem, Pennsylvania. There are many different famous artists that come and perform, as well as some local musicians. I was probably around ten years old at the time. My mom bought me and my two best friends at the time tickets. We all got ready for the concert together and were bursting with excitement. As we drove, the car ride seemed to take forever, even though it was only about twenty minutes. When we arrived, we walked through the streets of Bethlehem that were now all lined with different vendors selling everything from food to homemade bracelets and jewelery. We headed toward the main stage area, and found our seats. Me and my friends were so small, that we couldn't see over the tall people in front of us, so we courageously climbed up and stood on our chairs, which were wobbly lawn chairs. We watched Aaron perform, while screaming the words to all his songs of course, and after we went up to the stage to meet him. There were an extreme amount of people up there, all screaming and wanting an autograph. As I stood there, I became extremely nervous as he was coming toward me and my friends. A wave of excitement consumed me and I started to ask him for his autograph, but nothing came out. My mom realized that I was being shy, so she asked for me, and looking back on it, I feel so embarrassed, but at the time I didn't care, I just wanted to meet him. The sounds that surrounded me consisted of other little girls screams piercing the crowds ears. But I didn't really notice any of that because I was focused on one thing, one person, Aaron Carter.

Young Love

I remember the indescribable feeling of my first love. You find yourself happy and smiling for absolutely no reason, and you find everything about your loved one cute and adorable. Everything changes from the moment you fall in love. You begin to forgive more easily, and live more freely. I remember the first time I hung out with my first love, it was a perfect night in my eyes, and it is completely unforgettable. It all started in my high school Organic Chemistry class.

I had known this boy for about four years, but I had never said more than two or three words to him. The thing is in that four years, I was never attracted to him, and I rarely noticed him or thought about him. Then, my senior year I had a class with him. He started talking to me more, and then after that progressed, he asked me to hang out one evening before he left for Arizona for a week. Now, this doesn’t sound like the picture perfect dream date, but it was amazingly perfect for me. I drove over to his house and briefly met his parents. Then we proceeded to sit on the couch and watch a movie. He asked me if it was alright if we cuddled up on the couch together. As soon as my head hit his chest and our hands intertwined, my stomach was taken over by a million butterflies. I had never felt that way before about anyone. Then, at the end of the night, he walked me to my car, and I knew I wasn’t going to see him for a week, so I quickly wrapped my arms around him, and I felt his arms squeeze around me too. He made me feel so small and so safe, being about a foot taller than me. I know I smiled the whole drive home, and I’m sure he smiled for a while after too. When I remember this, I feel happy and excited. I enjoy looking back and remembering the beginning of our relationship. I love remembering how nervous we got around each other. I love looking back and remembering how it all began, and how it progressed to what it is now. Love is an amazing feeling that cannot be substituted or replaced, and your first love is always the most memorable of all