I miss being a little kid.
Things weren’t so complicated.
Boys had the cooties. Our only duty was to clean our doodie. Doing bad was forgetting to pray before going to sleep. The only war we knew was “tug of war.”
Now everything’s changing; society, others, our surroundings, more importantly ourselves. It sucks. I was in love with life back then. Every day, it was just a natural high.. Off of life itself instead of a plant grown in the ground. When I felt lost it was because I didn’t know where my mom was in the supermarket. I woke up early Saturday mornings, not for work, but for cartoons on WB11 like Pokemon. “Fighting” was considered as running to the lunch line to be first. Talking “shit” was talking about who had the cooler toy(s). The worst word I could have ever said back then was “stupid.” I considered “being in love”, being in love with a Back Street Boy I always thought I’d end up marrying. I cried over falling and scraping my knees or arms. I stayed quiet, not because I was sad, but because of playing a game to see who would last longer without saying a word. I was sad because I missed the last episode of Pokemon, when I saw in previews, Misty and Ash left each other.
I miss being a child, being a kid, being who I want to be without giving a crap about what others would say. That was me. I, somehow, along the way lost who I’m supposed to be..