Mirozi

I went to Oak Park Middle School for 8th grade and I fell in love with a Junior at Leesburg High School. I had to move the next year and was heartbroken. We stayed together though for 6 years, and I ended up brokenhearted anyway. If it wasn’t for the children I had with him, I’d regret our choice to try to make it work so young.

I still love the person he made me believe he was, and miss that person. I know, I am pathetic.

This was the first time I want to the same school for more than two years. I completed my high school years at Ridgewood High School and graduated 1995.

I really liked that city very much. Wanted to move back but it never happened.

I lived here in 7th Grade, and then years later I moved to Gibsonton and frequently returned to Tampa to visit and party at Ybor City.

I lived her for about a year when I was a kid. I like it here very much, and from what I hear it has grown immensly. I wouldn’t even recognize it if I saw it again.

Another place in Florida I live for a short while. I believe that this was a nice place to live.

Yet another place I lived one year growing up.

I was very young, can’t remember the age or grade exactly but I remember likeing it very much there.

My dad had this opportunity to move here for a job, and we took it. I guess my parents thought this would be an ideal place to live, warm like Florida, etc. However I can’t emphasize enough, that it’s a nice place to visit but it wasn’t nice living their and not being a citizen.

I was a child so I didn’t understand a lot of things, but I wasn’t allowed to play outside after a certain time, and I remember that we had to have permission to be out in the town on the weekends. We weren’t allowed to be on the beace,but my dad did sneak us on there one time and we had some ice cream. That was a short, but great memory.

I also had a bad experience with my teacher, whom I now believe caused me to have extreme anxiety in school and social situations. It’s a story for another time.

Beautiful place, bad experience.

My dad grew up in Reading, and on our visits there I would always ask to visit this amazing place. It is just one of the coolest places ever.

My dad grew up in this town and growing up every few years we’d make the trip to visit his mom, and his sisters. I always loved it there. My favorite thing was for him to go around the town, telling me stories about his life growing up. I miss that. I haven’t been there in many years. Maybe one day I can go back again.