"So long as the memory of certain beloved friends lives in my heart, I shall say that life is good.” -Helen Keller


Hi, I'm Mariah and this blog is an account of memories as I journey through life. Time passes us quicker than we realize. Now is the time to make memories because while tomorrow is gone, memories last forever. when all is said and done, I want to rememger mine. the big ones and the small ones, the happy ones and the ones that taught me valuable lessons, and most of all the ones with all the amazing people I have been blessed with in my life. Thanks for journeying along with me in my memory making process. Keep smiling!

Sunday, March 17, 2013

Molotov Cocktails- It’s a Good Memory


 Okay, it’s time. Time to share one of my favorite memories. One that I have been waiting for the perfect occasion to share. And the occasion is …I don’t want to wait anymore because I miss my two best guy friends!

It was like any other normal night with James and Drew. Except this time, the reason for hanging out with them was because all my cute Hatch cousins were in town. I texted James letting him know that the four older girls, Mariah (Tanner), Jocee, Taylor, and Jasmine, were coming with us. Their crowd included: James, Drew, Cierra, Kevin, and their brand new foreign exchange student, Magnus.  I asked what we were planning on doing, and at the time, the word “Molotov Cocktails” meant nothing to me. Cierra and I never knew what those two crazy boys had in store for us, we just went with it . . . and always had a blast!  So after reassuring my parents, my grandparents, and allll of my aunts and uncles that we would be safe, and nothing bad would happen, the ten of us jam-packed into a single car.

Just past the tracks heading to Mclaws road, we piled out of the vehicle and watched the boys as they gathered up cases of empty glass soda bottles, old t-shirts, lots of gasoline, and a lighter. My city girl cousins began to grow a little weary, but it was fine because James and Drew always knew exactly what they were doing. . . Anyway, we gathered round as they filled the bottles with the gas and stuck the t-shirt in the top. We entered a round metal tunnel and stood back as the boys lit the t-shirt and smashed the bottle inside the tunnel. My cousins screamed as we enjoyed a beautiful explosion of bright fire engulf the area around us. We soon became addicted to the sight. We hiked all around the desert, climbing the rocks, making sure there was nothing that would burn. With each bottle we found a new spot to throw them into, making the fire explosions look like works of art! We got so caught up in all the fun that we forgot to acknowledge the feeling we all sort of had that maybe we should stop… haha, oops.  

The feeling grew stronger as we saw one, then two, then, ummm, ten cop cars all driving towards us with their lights on. We gathered at the top of the little plateau we were on, trying to convince one another that it wasn’t us they were coming for. It couldn’t be the huge explosions we were setting off, high enough for the whole city to see, because James and Drew always knew exactly what they were doing-remember? When the police cars stopped near our car, still out of sight to see us, we thought it would be like any other time we do crazy things, they’ll check the place out for a bit, realize nothing is seriously wrong, and be on their way. But to be safe, we sent James and Drew down to talk to them. At the very most, they would realize its just the same ol’ group of crazy Mormons, and send us home with calls to our parents, no big deal.

About ten minutes later I get a call from Drew. “Just bring everyone down here…now”. Cierra and Kevin and I gathered Magnus and my cousins and tried to explain that things like this happen a lot. “We know the cops in Holbrook and they like us and our parents because we never get in to any real trouble . . . everything is going to be fiiine!”

So long story short(er), people in town thought houses were burning down and stuff, and we committed two felonies and “several” misdemeanors, and after phone calls to all of our parents, we were headed down to the Holbrook Police Department. We arrived to find both Drew and Cierra’s parents and also my entire family. Awesome. It was quite the party.

I didn’t even know where the police department was until this particular night and the only thing stopping me from bursting into tears, was bursting into laughter. IT WAS HORRIBLE! The two police officers gathered all of us, and our parents into a tiny room to lecture us more and then to take “documentation photos”. Yes, I, Mariah Hatch, have a mug shot. And all the while, my cousins and I are laughing… OUT LOUD. So hard that we were crying, I don’t know why, but we could not stop. I was so scared. I felt like we were there an eternity! But luckily, because we NEVER get into trouble like that, they let us off with a warning and we got to go home.

James was about a month away from going on his mission and he was grounded until then. Magnus had been in America for a total of four days and was completely freaked out that he might be sent home. Drew and Cierra’s parents just never mentioned it at all.

Oh and how did my family react? My family was having a party. Yep. My cousins texted all there friends, my aunt Holly did a reenactment of how ridiculous our “laughing mug shots” looked, and everyone was practically peeing their pants from laughing. It’s like they were proud of us. We didn’t really complain.

It was definitely an adventure. It was a mixture of emotions: fun, scary, exciting, and kind of weird. Most of all it’s a great memory to look back on and I still giggle and reminisce about it often.

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-I usually have a picture with my post but I am sorry to say that we don't have any documentation (our selves) of this night. We really should :( sorry. But it is 100% true and if you really want to see some pictures just check down at the Holbrook PD ;)

Monday, March 11, 2013


A Ballerina Memory


Last week, the little town of Holbrook was lucky enough to have the amazing Brigham Young University Ballet Company perform in our auditorium. My mom, as a member of the Holbrook Regional Arts Alliance and a former dancer at BYU, had been prepping and preparing for months before the ballerinas arrived. She did everything in her power to make sure our (not so familiar with the arts) community supported them by coming to see the concert. She was crazy busy getting everything ready for them, and I was almost as overwhelmed as her just from helping. I was so caught up in handing out flyers and dressing like a princess and visiting elementary schools and speaking at assemblies and making ugly, pink, tissue paper balls that I forgot to get excited!

Before I knew it, it was the Saturday of the Ballet and I was getting dressed to go the workshop that the company offered by invitation to the choirs, and local Dance schools of Holbrook. I arrived to find a couple of my show choir buddies along with a room filled with frivolous little girls in pink tutus and red lip stick. I reconsidered in my head what the work shop would be like. Then the dancers arrived and they were perfect. The way they could move their bodies before they even started dancing, had me crawling with envy. I immediately felt like an awkward duck in pond full of beautiful swan. I felt I had lost the right to call my self a “dancer.” It made me feel nervous. I am an eighteen year old preparing to leave to BYU in just a few short months, with ambitions to go into something involving dance. Not particularly ballet, but it still made me anxious of knowing and understanding my own capabilities.

Still, the day crept forward, and it was already time to get ready for the princess party. This party was being held just before the performance and it was giving all the little kids attending a chance to meet the beautiful dancers. I was a helper at the party so I got to arrive early as well; dressed in my prom dress and posing as a pretty princess . . . It was for the children. (: Finally the noisy room of giddy girls started thinning out as they made their way in to the auditorium. NOW, I could hardly wait to watch. My sister and I sat side by side in our big poofy dresses and enjoyed every last second of the show. Watching things that I have so much passion for literally make me want to run on the stage and cry! I feel so much emotion attached to the stage and all of the beauties that go on it. But the night still wasn’t over!

 After transforming from a princess, back to my self, and cleaning up the mess of the princess party, we got to take some ballerinas home! Our church had the assignment of housing the dancers, so my family took three of the girls. I told them that I was going to BYU this summer and we had so much fun talking about all the joys of college life, and even more, the thrills of being at BYU. It was so much fun! One of the girls was in the same major program that I want to try out for, but wasn’t sure if I could make my first year. We talked a lot about it, and so much more! They got me so excited; I could hardly contain it by the end of the night! Even though I had felt a little out of place early that day, they left me feeling like I could do anything I wanted. They were just a few years older then me, but they started out the same as I did and have come to do amazing things.

I learned from this memory that you should never loose passion and drive for what you love most. I am inflexible and started dancing at a later age then most dancers, but I have come so far from when I started at fourteen. I love dance. I’m never going to let go of that. I’m going to ride it and see where it takes me, because I really can do anything I set my mind to. 

Work Shop:


       
Karson and I at the princess party!

A pretty ballerina (: