People come and people go,
But people never lose the memory of the famous Marshall University's football team of 1970.
The crash was heard from the top of the Appalachian Mountains down in the coal mines of West Virginina.
My mom and dad still remember even it even though I can't.
But it has been thirty years today Nov. 14, 2000. As long as ther are people around who will tell the story of the crash the 1970 football team will never be forgotten.
And the crash will still be HEARD!
I was one of those people who told everything that I heard even if it was a secret.
I was not a good friend.
I was a person who felt happy all the time, until I hit pruberty.
I was a kid.
I am one of those people who learn from my mistakes.
I guess I am a good friend.
I am moody, irritible, and crazy in the head.
I am a teenager.
I will be a person who is respected and has a voice.
I will be a great friend.
I will be happy, moody, and a little nuts.
I will vote for the right president for the United States of America which may or may not be Bush or Gore.
I will be an adult.
I have memories of people.
I have memories of events.
Unlike some I know.
Like my baby brother.
He has no memories.
I wish I could have had memories of him.
I would have like to have known him.
People think that it is bad to lose someone and remember the memories.
But at least they have them.
Life is not always black and white.
There are always shades of gray.
By: Jocey
