When will I grow up? I look at others and think of nothing but another day of being small. I go to school and there I am I can't reach things like the others. When I go to lunch to sit with my friends. And I can't see over the table to see if they are there. I just want to climb the stairs at night. But get told, I'm to little. I can't reach the sink. To wash my feet. So now they stink. I need a boost in to bed. However, I bump my head. I lay awake and really think. When will I grow up?