You reach a point in your life where you sit back and recall each stage, some with clarity and others a blur. The first stage, elementary years. A jumble of good and bad memories. Divorced parents, moving around a lot, not having a lot of friends. Middle school the big move to another state, starting fresh. Hormones start blazing, every other week crushes emerge. Yet as pretty as my family says i am no one else seems to notice that. High school comes still floating unnoticed, dated an older guy, almost got in that fight for a prank gone wrong. Ah, my first love; a boy who was my friend.…