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Growing up
I remember the days when we would walk up that hill without a care in the world.
Resting our heads on the cold hard rocks, eating doritos and playing with sticks
The days where we didn’t care about technology
The nature out the door was our peace,
Was our peace.
I remember when we laid there on the dirt with the rock beneath our head with no care in the world about the bugs crawling around us.
How we took every opportunity to explore the place we weren’t allowed to be in (We would get in major trouble)
Because as kids we were as curious as George
My parents always got mad at us for going up the hill in his backyard
I remember how they’d always say “Don’t go playing up there, you’ll get hurt” or “If the spiders bite you I won’t be taking care of you”
I remember that we preferred dirt castles over sand castles because it was easier to mold and more accessible. (They actually weren’t castles)
We made rivers and towns.
As we were building them we did not care about the dirt getting in between our fingernails or the dust of the dry dirt getting in our hair.
Because we were kids who weren’t afraid to get dirty
I remember when my parents got the house right across the street from yours
While we were renovating the house we had tons of boxes; We cut, glued and taped everything together
We brought our imagination and every other kids childhood dream to life
Windows, doors, beds, and even kitchens
All made with our imagination and hands
Because as kids we let our imaginations and creativity run wild
Days feel short when you’re having fun.
Fun.
I remember when the days felt so fun and carefree
Now my days feel like I’m just one step closer to adulthood
Closer to the thing I felt was so far when I was in my childhood
But like they say time flies by
Time won’t stop for anything
For anyone
No matter how crucial or how much you wish for it
It won’t
We all keep going on
It’s the truth.
I remember when I would always laugh along with you guys
Even when I was too young to understand
I remember when I watched you guys grow older
Finding different interests
Finding new friends
Going into high school
Getting your driver's license
Growing up
While I felt like my time for those things were so far
Here I am now
I wonder if this is how my siblings feel
I wonder if they’re watching me doing the same things I watched you guys do
I wonder if this perspective of watching time pass is never ending
Passing down
Passing down these memories helps me remember how much I miss it
How much time has passed on
How much we’ve all grown
We all grew apart
These memories are the moments in time where when I feel lonely, sad, or stressed
That I would wish to go back to
Speaking on them helps me relive those moments for a second
Growing up is such a beautiful thing
Yet it’s such a sad part of life
I always saw growing up as a beautiful thing
Being able to do things you weren’t in the previous years
Being able to be like one of the adults
Now I miss being younger more than ever.
I remember the moment when I fell deep
I felt my body sink deeper and deeper
The sound of everyone’s voices becoming more muffled
I grabbed onto your leg but I couldn’t reach
The lifeguard dove in and grabbed me
It felt so hard trying to reach for your arm
Like my legs were made of rubber when I tried swimming up
You were so close yet so far
Like now
We live across the street
But it feels so distant as if we were miles and miles away
I am not the best at expressing my thoughts
Nor am I the best at expressing my feelings
I tend to keep things hidden
I feel that I’ve got a creative way of writing them
Speaking my vulnerable thoughts make me feel
Maybe as time passes on, one day I would look back and maybe show it to you
But for now I’ll just keep them hidden
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My piece is about my feelings growing up, I talk about my perspective on watching others grow up. I always spent my days with my cousins and seeing them grow further apart from me has been such a significant part in my childhood. Growing up has been such a beautiful but sad part of my life, I wrote this hoping others would understand the same feeling.