What It Means To Me To Be 1 Of The Kids In The Street

What It Means To Be 1 Of The Kids In The Street

this is post I am writing intertwines the Plain White T’s and also the All American Rejects.

What does it mean to you to be a kid in the street?

to me it means that you are recalling the old times in your life that made you happy. The times that made me smile and act like a kid again at heart. Those moments in life where all you can do is just hide from the world the thoughts you are thinking, just be, & also bare the big grin & smile on your face.  To look outside a window & stare out into space & wonder what or where you are in your life at this point & wonder what you want to be really doing for the rest of your life.  

The Kids in the Street to me reminds me of the Plain White T’s and the Wonders Of The Younger. To finding the part of yourself that you threw or hid away & thought you really lost. That favorite toy you had as a kid like a robot, a doll or even just your Legos or the favorite film you had like Ferris Bueller’s Day Off or even Goonies or like Drop Dead Fred.  One of the times in your life where you can also realize your age, where you are & the responsibilities we wish we could just toss a side for a day. Just live your life to the fullest in just 1 whole day & do what ever we wanted & throw every last care away.  To also just live in the moment of the Life we have & do something totally spontaneous no one would guess we’d do. To find people in our lives who make us also want to be better people to further who we are & yet also make us want to do some good in this world if we can.  

Sometimes I wish I could be truly young again like my little nephew in this picture he probably doesn’t have any cares as of this moment in his life he is so young that he is just trying to live each day as it comes.

The Kids In The Street is the AAR’s new album coming out March 26th, 2012 actually & 2 of there songs on the album have been released out so far one is called BeeKeeper’s Daughter & the other is called: SomeDay’s Gone.  The story they say behind the album is pretty nostalgic & pretty deep & actually had me pondering & trying to remember what it means to be a Kid In The Street too.

Love Always,

Joanna 

Help

Last year, when I was 14, life was pretty rough. My parents were fighting all the time and I got transferred to a new class where I was always the object of entertainment. Racist jokes, insults towards my smartness (or lack of), you name it and I’ve been there. Except for actual physical abuse of course. One day, I got so overwhelmed by all the pain and I didn’t know what to do so I cut myself. 49 times along my forearm. The relief was amazing. The cutting went on for that entire year. Then on the 2nd of January this year, I met this girl. And she had depression and cut herself every single day. I cant really explain it but for some season I felt that me and this girl had to stick together. Slowly, we got each other through our depression and made new friends. Me and that girl noticed a few other people that seemed to be going through the same things we had gone to so we decided to go to the school councellor and set up this sort of helpline, where students could text their problems to a number (the SIM card would be put into my old phone) and whoever was on duty would text back advice and stuff, so the kids could remain anon if they wanted to. The helpline is going great and I’m so, so glad that me and my friend could help a little bit with making people feel less ostracised or depressed. That’s my great moment. (: xx -

johnadreams

Hi, my name is Austin. Your music has helped me see my dreams, filled me with joy and aspiration, even when I didn’t know who the hell was behind these words. Sitting in the back seat of my moms car hearing some dude singing about dirty little secrets and darkness turning to light, sent this little 4th grade boy into a part of his mind that he never knew he had the love for himself to see. Thinking about that girl I was too scared to ask out, or how you gotta smile even in the dark. You guys have been my friends for 7 years, and been with me especially when I felt I had no friends. But I know that you have to man up sometimes and remember that my mom loves me, and that she’s the one who sacrificed everything for me because of what my deadbeat dad didn’t have the heart to do. Moving around to my dads and step moms house, having to switch schools, and dealing with alcoholism around me kinda got to me after a while. But through it all I held onto music to give me hope, which includes playin some getar. I wear your bands symbol around my neck so I can always know that when I feel lost in my own fears, I will always have friends and music at my side.

What I think kids in the street means, is being free. Not letting change being forced on you by someone else or their beliefs, but also loving people for the unique characters that they are and make themselves out to be. Being a loyal dog to the things that we are surrounded by way too much, you know like cars, colors, and brands. Using what they are trying to say to you and applying it to yourself, and even if you’re being innocent you don’t care. Maybe seeing the color in someone’s words and immediately understand what feeling they’re trying to give you, and getting that unbreakable trust. I think that’s what being a kid in the street is about. Being stupid, but in a completely right way. I guess that makes no sense when I read it back, but it makes sense to me :p

I put all my pics in a gallery cause it was too many to embed.
http://imageshack.us/g/823/img0100wn.jpg/

This is a painting I made in 5th grade, where we were told to make a Mona Lisa interpretation of ourselves. I keep it on my nightstand and I always think of “here’s another pity, there’s another chance, you try to learn a lesson but you can’t.” a line and a smile I understand all too well now, but wouldn’t have understood back then. The other pictures are from December 2009, one with my friends Chacche, Tom, and Ryan, and the other picture is when me and my friend Robbie went to NYC during Christmas time.

This is a video of a mosh pit at Bamboozle 2011 in New Jersey. Just thought it was a cool video showing how everyone just hides themselves in the midst of the show but still keep some understanding that everyones just bein someone that theyre not. My friend Beddy was in the pit, hes the dude with the tattoos.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dyX3A4Buc0U

I miss being innocent. I miss living in a small country town when I was just eight years old, and even the smallest, most pointless things made me truly smile. I remember when I was happy with the way I looked, I wasn’t the least bit concerned about my weight or appearance. Things have changed.  Society has me feeling ugly, not good enough for anyone. It has caused many teenagers to find the solution in self-harm and eating disorders.  I never saw myself someone that would do this, but it’s the truth. My insecurities could eat me alive. I just miss not caring what anyone said. I miss how close my family was. I miss all the friends that promised they would never leave, but they lied. I want to be a kid again. I want to not have a care in the world. I want to live for the moment .I want to feel free and happy, like as long as I have a smile, nothing can touch me. The All-American Rejects and their music saved me from myself. The song ‘move along’ inspired me to get past the bad things in life; I listened to it on repeat for literally weeks after my parents’ divorce. It somehow taught me that things may be bad now, but you can always move along and make it through.  

I am a very insignificant person in the world.

But being a kid in the street can make me feel a part of something.

Meeting Tyson Ritter would actually complete my life ♥ ♥

Brothers

Me and my older brother playing soccer during a rainy July day.

Nightlife

Youth is a time in life when nothing feels right yet everything seems as close to perfect as it’s going to get. It’s a time of ignorance and angst that becomes a scrapbook of memories for you to share with the younger generation and something to look back on. I have been writing an album for the past 3-4 years (7th-11th grade); the album is, in a way, an autobiography of my youth. From the brightest memories to the worst moments of obscurity and gloom. As of right now, the album is just a collection of demos. These songs represent me as a teen and a kid in the street.