Kindergarten, finger painting daisies and taking naps while listening to Lullabies
You probably remember running through the tall grass chasing after fluttering butterflies and catching greasy frogs by the reservoir
You get older, and the feelings change you still think boys have cooties and that barbies are still the bomb. You were never interested in Ken Dolls.
Think back to the time when you were tiny enough to get piggy back rides from your dad, or when your hair was just starting to get long enough for your mother to braid it into intertwining strands of golden hair.
You never worried about milk mustaches or fruit punch stained shirts, all you worried about is when you had to shower or go to bed.

Then you grow up--
Those two words make my stomach churn as they roll off of my tongue and into the open air.
Air that is no longer innocent, no it’s filled with cigarette smoke and the stench of Whiskey and Ginger ale.
You no longer play with barbies, but wish to look like them.
Honey Blonde hair, size 0 waist, and a helluva wardrobe.
Those Ken Dolls you so very much hated are now trying to get into your pants.
When we were younger we wanted to be like our parents, old.
We wanted to wear makeup, and jewelry and the whole SHA BANG!
Then we did and it ***** doesn’t it?
Some are worried that they won’t live to see tomorrow,
others are worried about college and grades.
But if you do decide to “Grow up.” I have one words for you.... Dont.