Living in the Northcountry

Since moving up here to New England after turning 11, I've been so much happier than I was when I lived in Colorado. We moved 3 times total. From Colorado to Vermont, then from Vermont to New Hampshire, and we then moved once more but stayed in New Hampshire. Each time me and my family moved, I have become more and more happy. Lately though I have been stressing out on school and what I'm going to do when it's over because I want to do so many things all at once even though I know it's not possible and there are also people who say otherwise and I get all confused. Somethings people say I think they are making up so that I won't do something, but I am not quite sure yet if it is true or not. But I will find out and if they are making it up I will do it anyway just to show them that you can't tell me what I can and can't do, just because you want me to do one thing and not the other. My boyfriend has been doing that. I have been thinking about going into the military after high school, but he doesn't want me to because then he 'won't see me for a long time' as he says. The other day when I was at his house he had told me this again, and then also said that my dad doesn't want me to either and really wants me to move in with him because that way he can see me more often even after I graduate. I really think that was made up just so that he can get me to move in with him and not decide to do the military. I plan on talking to my dad about that and if he says otherwise, then I will go into the military. Maybe I'll choose coast guard. It'll give me an excuse to go and live closer to the ocean. That's one of my dream places. A house on the top of a large cliff right off the ocean with a small path leading down to a small private beach.
But anyways, back to my 8 years living in the north country. My childhood memory posted previously explained most of what I remembered about living in Vermont. It was only a few months anyways so there wasn't very much of a chance to make many memories. Though I do remember that my mom's friend's house was right next to a big field where her neighbor, who was a farmer, let his cows roam every summer. My brother and I loved going to play in it. There was also a really cool spot at the edge of the field where we would head into the forest. Once in the forest we zigzagged down a small hill that led to a river. At the point where we stopped by the river there was a really nice waterfall. When it got cold and there was snow on the ground, we would go back to check the fall, and we were amazed by how pretty it looked. It would be completely frozen over, which now that I've been here for awhile it isn't surprising especially because it wasn't that big of a fall. It was maybe two feet high. But it was really pretty, the ice would look like a very light blue that almost matched the color of the summer sky in the morning when it's not quite the deep blue of midday. That's pretty much the most I can remember of the three or so months of living in Vermont.
Then we moved to an apartment in Littleton New Hampshire. I started the school there and was really happy. Made a friend, even went to her house a couple of times. I would get upset at times because towards the end of the year, I had made a couple of friends, and we would do partner work on some things and the people I had made friends with would choose each other and I would get stuck with the kid no one liked because he could be a jerk. I know he wasn't all the time, but when he didn't get what he wanted he would get cocky and start being a jerk about it. So no one liked him at all because of it. He would even get really cocky with the teachers and when they sent him out for something he would get really upset and stomp out of the room and slam the door behind him or something like that. But anyways once he wasn't in any of my classes in the future years I felt a bit better because I wouldn't have to feel awkward when he had a temper towards the teachers and everything. There aren't too many school memories that were very important or that I would really want to remember. Thinking back on it now, I don't even know why I even liked that school. There were only three people out of the maybe 5 or 10 that I was friends with, that I wouldn't mind seeing again. Everyone else I think "Why was I even friends with you?" But anyways. The memories that were important to me and that I hope I will always remember are the ones that happened when I wasn't in school.
I think it was that summer after I first started school there in Littleton, my mom and dad put my brother and me in the car and we went for a long drive. They didn't tell us where we were going, they told us it was a surprise for us. About 2 1/2 hours later, we pulled onto the main road of Hampton NH. At least I think it's the main road but I'm not sure. It's the road that goes along the board walk next to the ocean.
But because of the big storm wall that was there I still wasn't sure where we were until we came across a break in the wall as we were looking for a place to park. Then me and my brother, at the same time, said "The ocean!" in kind of a gasping awe. I got really excited. We found a place to park and went down to the beach. The water was freezing, and I also didn't really have the proper cloths on so I didn't go into the water. That and the air wasn't that warm either, it was probably even before school ended that first year because it was just then starting to warm up, so with the air kinda chilly, and the cold air coming off the ocean, it made it kind of cold. It still wasn't that bad, but it wasn't warm enough to go into the water completely, even though, being young kids, me and my brother managed to get soaked anyway. My brother had found a big chunk of sea weed and was so excited. He carried it around all day. Then my dad kept telling him that he had to put it down and leave it there at the beach. He couldn't bring it home. But my brother really wanted to keep that sea weed, he actually even cried because he couldn't take it home. It's a funny story to tell, but it's also understandable as he was only 7 years old I think. Kids want to keep everything they touch.
Also, almost year round, we would look up at the woods that were in our back yard, which weren't that big as the highway ran through them about 100 yards from the edge of the woods, maybe a little more. But we would look into the woods and every once in awhile we would see something move, and looking more intently and closer, we would eventually see that it would be a deer or even two deer at times. We then eventually bought some deer feed and syrup and put it up there for them and every once in awhile see them feeding on our pile of stuff. Then the summer before we moved we had a black bear destroy our bird feeders. So then we decided to put the feed on the ground instead, that way we wouldn't have to replace another feeder. The next day, there was a pretty big, but not fully grown either, black bear 5 feet from our living room window, eating the feed that was on the ground. I thought it was awesome. We would make piles of bird seed on the ground for her. I even gave her a name. It was Midnight. Me and my family respect nature, so, even though we may put out food for them, we make sure we don't go near the animals, try to make them trust humans. Actually when someone comes around while the animals are eating what we put down for them, when the animals run off are happy because that means they aren't used to humans and it's a good thing. So we would make sure Midnight would run off every time someone came outside or moved around.
Then we found a cheap trailer house in Fox Hill Lane in Franconia New Hampshire. After moving there I was really excited. I started school here at Profile About a week or so before Thanksgiving break. Then before Holiday break I heard about an instructional ski/snowboard program, and got even more excited. I grabbed a form and took it to my parents. I thought that this year I would try snowboarding, then next try skiing, and find the one that I thought would be better for me. Turns out that it was skiing, so for the rest of my career in high school I went with skiing every year. In 9th grade, one of my friends I found was hanging out with one of the kids I used to hate when I was going to Littleton school because he would be hanging out with the bullies and all that. But while hanging out with my friend, who was also hanging out with the kid I didn't like, I started talking to him and surprisingly, we actually became best friends. He has been my best friend since. He makes me laugh and we have good conversations. He is the only best friend I have where I can have a normal conversation with. My other best friend, we try to have normal conversations, but when we try it doesn't work out and we end up making funny jokes and things about it. Which is cool. I think everyone needs at least two friends. One for normal conversations and can be funny too, and a friend where you just can't talk without laughing about something or making jokes. So these only two best friends I have are all I need. I'm planing, whether they know or not, to always keep in touch and to at least say hi every once in awhile. If I can manage that, then I'll be happy. Even if for some reason I end up living alone in my own house, I'll at least have some friends that I'll always be able to talk to about anything and they won't judge me. I can trust these two people.
Well anyways. The first winter we moved to Franconia we also found that there is an ice skating rink behind the local library. It wasn't my first time skating, I had started to learn to skate in Littleton, but for some reason I got better really fast. I think the first day we went to the ice rink I was skating like I have been doing it all year last year, which I actually only did like, maybe once the year before. But it made me happy. The next couple of days at the rink I picked up a hockey stick and started hitting pucks around. Eventually, that same year, I ended up playing a match with my brother, my dad, and a few other people. It was fun. We even did rollerblading in the summer and played street hockey with a ball. During one holiday break a few years ago, I think it might have been in my freshman year, we had gotten one of those rubber, blow up snow sleds. We decided to take it out to Remik park in Littleton to go sledding. My first run with my brother and we crashed, I ended up seriously injuring my back. I had trouble getting up and off the hill where I crashed. My parents think that my brother's knee had hit my back when we tumbled and that's what hurt it. Either way I wasn't exactly miserable, but I was in a lot of pain for the rest of the day. I wasn't miserable at all actually. I was really kinda laughing at the whole accident. It didn't paralize me, I was able to move, I didn't even go to the dr.'s office. I think I did do some pretty good damage to my lower back because, even now, it will start acting up every once in awhile, or if I stretch it the wrong way, or am bent over doing something for a long time, it's really hard to move because it hurts a lot in that same spot where I got hit too, but it's healed enough where I can still function and even if I have to do something that will hurt it, I will suck it up, and pull through the pain some way or another. Though I think, in time, I will go in and get it checked out, maybe order a back brace or something if I have to. I know I did some damage to my back, I don't know exactly what, if it's a torn muscle that is taking a really long time to heal because of the stuff that I do. My doctor that I had before took a quick look at it and felt around and poked and all that and told me that it was just a torn muscle, but in my opinion I don't think it is because, even with all that I do, I think that it would have been healed by then. Though I think that maybe I did something else to it and I have no clue what it could be. It feels like I had twisted wrong and thrown out my back. It hurts that much at times when I am bending over to pick something up, or wash something in the sink or whatever, or when I'm stretching and using the back of a chair to help, my back will seize up and it makes it really hard to straiten out again. It's painfull, but whenever I look back on the accident that caused it, I laugh because in my opinion it was pretty funny. My parents say it even looked funny.  But anyways, It was fun and all that.
I have always living way up here in the north country. I think, if I do happen to go into the coast guard, I'll find a nice house in Northern Maine, somewhere by the coast with no houses around, maybe it will be a small town. I like small towns with lots of wildlife and little population. I like places where the population in the town is so small that everyone knows everyone. My town is similar to that, but sadly I don't know everyone even after living here for almost 6 years now. But that's okay, I don't mind. I love the weather we get up here. Even this past winter, surprisingly, hasn't bothered me as much as many other winters. Though I'm happy for warm weather to come, I'm a little sad, deep inside, to see the winter roll away for the year. But I shouldn't worry too much, hopefully it will be back next year. And if it doesn't, there are some people who need to be talked to or slapped or something in order to get them to realize some things. But anyways, even the summer weather is good. I don't mind if it gets hot as long as I have a thing of cold water to put on me or to jump in. I love going to sleep or even waking up in the middle of the night to thunderstorms. Even those really big ones that normally scare the heck out of me. I still love watching and listening to them. Even in the distance it sounds kinda cool. I know all the smells of every different season. I find that up here each season has it's own smells. I like all of them. And I also know them all. In the middle of winter if it warms up I can say that it smells like spring, because sometimes, with the snow melt, it does smell like spring. Even summer has it's own smells. In the mornings it's the most pronounced. I love the smell of warm summer mornings, especially after a good rain or storm.
Oh, another thing I forgot to mention was that two years ago, we ordered a small, rubber blow up boat. We took it out onto the ocean after testing it on the lake and the Connecticut river. We took it out and went deep sea fishing. We caught a lot of Atlantic Mackerel. They are fun to catch. I think in total we caught about 100 of them in what seemed like maybe an hour to two. We caught lots of fish that year and had fish for about two weeks straight. Probably not too good because of the mercury in them, but sadly there is nothing we can do except maybe clean up the rivers and oceans. That would help a lot, but there aren't enough people willing to do it it seems like. At least that's what I see because if there were people willing to do it, there wouldn't be a continent sized thing of floating trash in the middle of the ocean out there somewhere. But anyways. This year we bought lobster fishing licences, and two traps and we are going to go lobster fishing this summer. We actually plan to go do that sometime over break too. It's exciting.
And that's pretty much all I can think about up to this point. I love living here in the middle of nowhere. It makes me really happy.