Growing Down Yesterday I walked outside and smelled familiar things Salty play-doh, burning leaves and other kiddie things My walk took me around the block and past several houses I know, I saw their kids playing outside making snowmen in the snow I felt a pang of self-regret that I'm not still a kid I used those days up long ago childhood from which I hid But then I realized something grand that I am still a child my dreams are young and unafraid my spirit still is wild. Maybe on the outside I have purple hair and nails but just because I have a facade doesnt mean God left out details. So I walked back home to my little house and sat upon my bed and pulled out my Little Ponies and Paddington's hatted head. I pulled out Goodnight Moon and read I had some fun with Bert I put on bandaids just to look cool even if it didn't hurt. Yes, I'm growing down, it's true, not sadly, but with pride, though I may rough on the edges I'm just a kid inside.
Reason for writing:
OK, I am still techincally a kid, actually a teenager but
I was thinking it seems like once teenagerhood rolls around
then you no longer feel like a kid, at least not on the outside,
like me, but we all are, and its kind of like a teenager- or- mother
thing. Whoa. That was a mouthful.
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