The fact that I have to grow up.
I don't want to grow up,
and no, not just because being a teenager is fun, and it's a big party and all those common misconceptions.
I don't want to lose the way I think about things.
Let me put it this way, think back, way back, to when you were a kid.
How did you view the world? You thought it was a pretty great place, right?
You had the coolest parents, even if you couldn't stay up past 9, you were outside as often as you could be, riding your bike, or going on adventures.
Hell, just walking for me was fun as a kid.
Now? Nothing is as fun as it used to be.
I can't imagine entertaining myself for hours just playing with some dolls, or a cardboard box, like I used to.
I had this fucking amazing tree as a kid, I would go up there and sit in that tree, usually with a good friend of mine, and we would just chill, talk about TV shows, act them out, and shit, we had so much fun.
Now if you told me to sit in a tree with you I'd think you were fucking psycho.
It already pisses me off that I've lost that. I mean, maybe I can get some of it back, but I sure as hell won't get all of it, and besides, you see a teenager sitting in a tree talking to herself, you're going to think she's high on something.
Okay, so that's gone, now look at the present.
We're young, we do stupid shit, a lot, and what do our hypocritical parents say? They scoff at us, like we should know better, like we're immature for having some fun. Cops and adults hate it that teenagers park at random places, like North Kroger, or Hoosier Suds. They don't remember what it was like, to just hang out with your friends and trade stories about that one weekend where everyone got wasted. They're too grown up.
It's all over for them, and I don't want that to happen to me. I want to stay this young, or younger, forever.
Damn, I remember as a kid, I couldn't wait to grow up, I couldn't wait to drive and go to prom, and do all the fun things teenagers do, and yea, it's fun stuff, but now I just wish I could go sit in my tree again, or pick dandelions.
Oh, and you know what happened to my tree? MY fucking tree? Or hell, MINE and MATT R'S tree? They chopped all the branches off. They fucking sliced it to bits, I guess we never really can go back.
But I wish I could.
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Imma ask you to sit in a tree with me now :)
ReplyDeletei feel so robbed. i was always too small to climb trees... :/ I, however, have realized that having a writing utensil and a notebook ultimately makes it ok for anyone over 12 to sit in a tree. Because people walk by and see someone sitting in a tree and will react as you stated, but if they see them writing in a notebook then it's like, "Man...that person is DEEP. Look at em up there all writin and shit! That's a creative and free soul just wanting to fly free." Least that's what I would think.
ReplyDeleteChris, be quiet.
ReplyDeleteAnd Levi, yea, but I didn't write it trees when I was a kid, I would sit there and imagine things, and talk to myself.
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ReplyDeletepssh forget that 'when i was a kid' nonsense. i'm talkin bout doin that now! haha But hey, what do I know? I'm still too short to climb trees. x] (and yes i did just delete and repost this comment to fix the "to" to "too" )
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