Back to the Days
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I turn my head towards my open window and I listen
Listen to the familiar sounds of cars rushing past
Listen as the cool night air weaves through the trees’ leaves, making them rustle.
Then I start to remember.
Remember when it all began to change.
Remember when I started to grow up.
Becoming an adult was all I ever wanted as a kid.
But now, here I am, wishing for the hands of time to just turn back.
Back to a time filled with nap and snacks.
Back to a time when my biggest worries were what doll I should play with next,
And which crayon would look the prettiest.
Now, I worry about boys who only know how to steal hearts, but don’t know what to do with them.
Now, I worry about college, and how everything I do from now on will define my future.
Why do things have to keep changing?
Why do people keep changing?
Why can’t I just go back to the simple days?
Back to the days where my parents were proud of my bad drawings,
Instead of yelling at me to focus on becoming a doctor.
I want to go back to the days when all that mattered was my happiness.
But I see now that those days are long gone
And now, I have to grow up.