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You didn’t know it but one day you drew with chalk on the path in the front garden and you would never do it again You didn’t know it but one day you would stop knocking on your neighbours door to ask them to come over and instead you would just stay inside all day You didn’t know it but one day you would go from always wanting to go to school to dreading it That’s the thing about growing up You don’t realise how fast it’s happening I would do anything to be that little girl waking up in the summer and drawing with her chalk one last time Instead now I worry about grades and calories and what people think about me Things I never worried about when I would knock on my neighbours door in the afternoon to play
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Mar 3
Mar 3, 2026 at 5:33 PM UTC
Growing up
You didn’t know it but one day you drew with chalk on the path in the front garden and you would never do it again You didn’t know it but one day you would stop knocking on your neighbours door to ask them to come over and instead you would just stay inside all day You didn’t know it but one day you would go from always wanting to go to school to dreading it That’s the thing about growing up You don’t realise how fast it’s happening I would do anything to be that little girl waking up in the summer and drawing with her chalk one last time Instead now I worry about grades and calories and what people think about me Things I never worried about when I would knock on my neighbours door in the afternoon to play
All those things you did for the last time without even realising it
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Mar 3
Mar 3, 2026 at 5:33 PM UTC
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