Bountiful

Things have changed and things have stayed the same.
The willow tree down my street has grown so much that it hits my head as I drive under it,
That house on the corner of Orchard Drive and 9th south still has not finished the facade stone detailing after all these years,
Bountiful Elementary has a new roof cover,
yes mom, I still do hate capers and yes mom, I have gained a few pounds and yes mom, french fries and coca-cola are my staples,
I have switched from cut off shorts to biker shorts,
and I am moving back to provo.
Thus ends my summer of two thousand and nine but it still smells like teen spirit, at least for another five days that is.