ingram, sara b.

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NAME: Sara Belle Ingram AGE: 22 EDUCATION: Student at Colorado University - Boulder OCCUPATION: Deffering Accounting School to Travel HOMETOWN: Lafayette, Louisianna MOTHER: Donna Ingram, Elementary School Teacher FATHER: Jeff Ingram, Retired Veteran, Military SIBLINGS: Robert "Robbie" Ingram, 25, Financial Advisor Laura Ingram, 19, student at University of Arkansas - Undeclared Owen Ingram, 12 "It's not glamorous, or sexy, or something I would put on my Tinder profile...if I had one of those. But I've always been good at numbers. Statistics, mental math, algebra, calculus. It comes quickly, kind of a natural talent that gave me that leg up in school. To make it worse I liked it - working backwards to fix a problem, picking apart the intricacies of an advanced calculus equation just to put it all together with decimals and foils and the proper x's and y's plugged in tight. I wasn't a genius, but I knew what I could do early on and I stuck with it. In a town like this, you stay comfortable with what you know and what you can do. Math was one of those things - the same thing that, inevitably, got me to Colorado and out of my easy going Louisiana." ROBBIE - SARA IS MY: Little Sister I LIKE TO THINK OF HER AS: My Shadow Growing Up ONE WORD TO DESCRIBE HER IS: Naive I REMEMBER WHEN SHE: Broke Her Arm Trying To Infiltrate Our Boys Only Clubhouse SHE'S BEST AT: Comforting People SHE'S WORST AT: Falling For Everyone's Tricks I WISH SHE: Put More Faith in Herself I HOPE SHE: Doesn't Ditch School Completely ONE DAY I MIGHT: Have To Make Sure She Doesn't LAURA - SARA IS MY: Older Sister I LIKE TO THINK OF HER AS: My Idol Growing Up ONE WORD TO DESCRIBE HER IS: Fearless I REMEMBER WHEN SHE: Bought Me Make-Up For The First Time SHE'S BEST AT: Making People Believe They Can Do Anything SHE'S WORST AT: Chasing Boys Across The Country I WISH SHE: Would Put Her Childhood Crushes to Bed I HOPE SHE: Doesn't Get Hurt ONE DAY I MIGHT: Follow In Her Footsteps "EVERY BOY YOU EVER MET WAS TOO EASY TO FORGET" Except for one, of course. Always how it works, isn't it? I thought I knew what a crush was, growin up. It was all these silly little smiles and butterflies and nervous laughs you wish hadn't ever come out of your throat. It was embarrassment in the sweetest form, tiptoeing around one another until someone finally leaned in and smacked a kiss on your cheek. I'd had plenty of these little moments all stored away, back in my days of pigtails and gingham dresses and running around on big lawns until the sun tired us out and burned our shoulders. Riley, though, was sometime different entirely. Every time he came home with Robbie I almost couldn't bear to step off the school bus. Nervous? I was petrified of looking like a silly little girl in front of him, even if that was what I'd always be. I'd have to lock myself in my room to calm down! It was embarrassment in its worst form, leaving me shocked and speechless in front of a kid barely 3 or 4 years older than I was. Thinking back now I almost shudder at the memories. He was always friendly toward me, and in return I'd turn bright crimson and run for my mom's skirt. He had to know - the entire world basically did. The worst part of all is that it never faded. Teenagers? I caught a ride home with him once when Robbie was at baseball practice and could barely speak two words. When he went off to college? Could have kicked myself for never saying anything. Then realized Robbie would probably kill me, and felt a little better about it. Now? Last I heard he was in New York and looking to travel the world. Funny how fate puts you in the same place at the right time though, right? I'd just put off my last year of Accounting school to do some sight seeing in Colorado, mapping out a basic plan of running around the States - but now, hopping from country to country sounds like an even better option. First Stop Though? New York City.

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