It seems that the older I get, more and more of my precious memories are lost. Although I am only seventeen years old I can't remember many things about my early childhood years. I also don't recall many memories about some of the places I've been, and some of the people I've known. Ironically I've found that the things that I want to remember always get forgotten, and the things that I want to forget always seem to stick around. Among these things are many of the embarrassing moments of my past. In times of personal weakness these disquieting memories seem to stab at my self-esteem like an inmate with an ice pick. One such event happened over the summer of 2001 at my best friend Ross Mohr's house. When I arrived at Ross' door I was greeted by his dad, who was eager to show me his new fish tanks. As I followed Mr. Mohr in to his office I noticed that Ross and his sister Emily were already seated in front of the two enormous 200-gallon tanks. They seemed to be almost mesmerized by the brilliant colors of the assorted tropical fish. After Mr. Mohr told us everything we would ever want to know about fish, Ross, Emily, and I decided to go to the movies and didn't return until later that night. Upon returning, unsurprisingly we found Mr. Mohr in his office still working diligently on his fish tanks. As we entered his office I remember Mr. Mohr saying, "now all I have to do is feed them." He reached beside the
             tank and grabbed small container, and sprinkled some food into each tank. He then turned off the lights and herded us out of his office and into the kitchen. When we entered the kitchen, Ross and Emily sat down at the table, while Mr. Mohr and I headed towards the refrigerator. I got myself a drink and started to head towards the table, when I noticed Mr. Mohr getting some candy out of the freezer. I turned around and grabbed a piece of candy too. Mr. Mohr
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