Once upon a time. Four words that had meaning when I was younger. Whenever I see those forsaken words, I zone out, and think about my childhood. It's like one of those old films. I see myself learning how to ride a bike with my aunt. I see myself attening my first concert. I see myself playing around with the kids in my neighborhood, chasing each other up and down the court. I see myself afterschool running down the bus stop to my mail box with my friend. I see myself in a forest green flower girl dress for my parent's wedding. I see myself crying at the dentist's and feeling wobbly after. I see myself reading books from the bookshelf with my mom laying down beside me snoring. And finally I come back to the present, wondering how I've changed in 14 years. It's scary, but comforting, knowing that I still have a lot of time to make mistakes, learn from them, and carve a life out of this little world I know called reality.
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