Nine pounds of pure joy named Dylan

When I met Jaclyn, she was screaming my name down the hallways of our high school.

That’s not 100% accurate; she didn’t start screaming my name down the hallways until a few minutes after we met.

I started going to public school in 9th grade. Jaclyn was one of my first friends. From the minute we met, it was like she could sense my commitment to introversion and tried to scare it out of me by screaming “BEKA WATTS!!!” every time she saw me in the halls. Jaclyn didn’t help me come out of my shell; she busted me out. … Continue reading