My AMES Memory has always occurred during the same time of the school year. It was every Friday night for three months straight. The memory was representing AMES by playing football for Cottonwood high school. The feeling and the rush was ecstatic every Friday night. Now that I'm a senior I look back and reminisce on the years I spent training and grinding and its all finally over. Looking back I remember going into battle next to fellow AMES classmates and friends. I remember year after year new friends came and old ones left. I remember how the team use to joke that most of the talented and athletic players came from the roots of AMES.