when i was a little girl i used to love to ride my bike and make forts. i would spend hours playing outside and come in and eat dinner really fast so i could get back to playing. i would color pictures and give them to my grandma and insist that she hang them on her fridge. when the first snowfall came i was out bright and early to build snowmen and to make snow angles. i would play with kittens and catch fish in the pond down the street. my neighbor would give me pretzels in a bag if i was good that day, so i always remembered to be good. i climbed trees and would pretend i was tarzan. i could jump so high on the tramp and could swing easily from the branches of my big willow tree. when i was super good my grandpa would take me to arctic circle for ice cream, but i just wanted to play on the play set. when i was little things were easy. there wasn't anything that a band-aid or a popsicle couldn't cure. days were spent outside and i was free and nothing ever went wrong. i could run to my grandma for anything and i know that she would give me a hug, tell me things were okay and to go out and play. i knew everything was okay and that i could rely on everyone, because everyone was nice. things are a tad different now. high school is really the dumps sometimes. i simply can't stand half of the people (that's an exaggeration) some days i don't want to get up and face the world because i know things are scary and bad. (not all obviously) i wish that everything could just be fixed with a band-aid and a popsicle. but, they can't because we are growing up, far too fast i'd say. and life is hectic and it won't stop just because one person is having a bad day. things were good when i was little, but in a different way than now. things are good. i am good. and i am growing up. i just wish that growing up wasn't scary and that i could always feel like i did when i was little.