One Thing I Would Change

If I had to choose something from my past to change it would be the death of my cousin Cody. At the time of his death we were both only thirteen years old, so it had a great impact on me. Being so young I had this delusional preconceived notion that death was only for the old and the sick. His passing snapped me out of this . Seeing someone my own age laying in a casket scared me. I began to realize that just because I was young did not make me invincible. Death does not care about age. Changing his passing would have a favorable impact on my whole family. His death affected each of us in someway or another. For those who were close to Cody it tore them apart completely. I believe seeing him alive today would bring my family closer together once again, but sadly it is unrealistic to think that this tragedy could ever undo itself. I know this sounds cliché but I think everything happens for a reason.

Person I Value most

The person I value the most I have never met and I will never have the chance to meet him. Even though he died way before I was brought into this world he is still a huge inspiration to me . When nobody else was there for me John Lennon was . This may sound crazy to some people , but it is true . John's music has helped through a lot and for this reason I am thankful that I discovered him. He also taught me how to love myself for who I am. John stayed true to hisself and his beliefs no matter what society thought, and it takes a strong person to do that . Because of him I find it easier now to be myself without the fear of not being accepted . John was not accepted by many people but he still accomplished great things , so I can do the same . John Lennon is my idol and the person I value the most . 

My summer

One interesting thing I did this summer was go on a seven hour mudding trip with my older cousin and six other people. Every two people had their own Polaris to drive and the doors were taken off of most of them. We took off from my aunts farm at 11 and did not return back until around six. Half way into the trip we came across a horse trail and followed it all the way up to a little creek. When we got to the middle of the creek there was a stone tunnel you could drive through the water in. When we emerged out of the tunnel one of the guys with us lead us all to a huge mud hole. It had been raining for three days before this so the puddles were fairly deep. Of course, my cousin wanted to be the first Polaris to him them  so he stepped on the gas and we flew into one of the puddles on the side of this little hill. It was not a really good idea on his behalf because as soon as me hit it our wheel got stuck and we started tipping over. We were almost completely lying on our side when my cousin floored the gas again and we spun out of the hole. As we spun , my side of the Polaris hit a different puddle and covered me in dark brown.  I never thought mud would taste that nasty. All in all it was a fun day  , except for trying to pick dried mud out of my hair afterwards.

My Name

I blame cable for my name , seeing as though my parents came across Cheyenne after watching Renegade . I have yet to figure out why they liked it so much . I really do not like it , even though I am rarely ever called by the full thing . Ever since I can remember I have always been called Cheye. The rest of my name ventures off and only reappears when I do something wrong, until I start school of course. I had to get used to responding to Cheyenne, which is so strange to me . I do not feel like people are talking to me when they call the name nor do I think of myself when I say my full name outloud . I do not think it suits me . When I think of the name Cheyenne I think of someone uptight and prim ; I am nothing like this at all . If I had my way I would select and delete the last few letters of my name . I am not a Cheyenne , I am a Cheye . 

Number One Rule

I think everybody has a certain set of rules that they choose to abide by. One of my number one rules would be to take myself seriously. I believe that the way I present myself to others is very important. If I doubt myself and my abilities other people will begin to follow in my footsteps. I try to have a certain amount of confidence and drive to keep my self at my best. If I treat myself as a joke I will not get very far in life at all. Not taking myself seriously may also cause me to fail at something that I once wanted to accomplish. I might start downing myself and just not have the will to do anything anymore. How I see myself effects how others people may see me . If I cant take myself serious how can I expect anyone else to?