I am preparing for my move now. The moving part sucks, but looking back through old things is quite fun. I came across an autobiography that I wrote in 7th grade today. It is amazing how much has NOT changed in 8 years.... I still like the same things (pizza, Taco Bell, TV), hate the same things (being late, smokers) and have similar aspirations for my life (becoming a doctor (at the time I was also considering becoming a teacher) and having a family). One always looks back and thinks how much things have changed, but really just age and responsibilites change, what we want in life and the things that make us happy/sad never really change. Just something to ponder for the day!