In first grade
My mom
Made me read
A
Magic Treehouse book
Someone had bought me as a present
Then came my 6+ years long obsession
With fantasy
In third grade
My mom made me read
Red Pyramid
Recommended by my girl scout
Troop leader
Thus started my 5+ year obsession
With mythology
In seventh grade
My mom signed me up
For a field hockey goalie camp
She heard about
From a colleague
This started my 4 year venture
Into being a field hockey goalie
Somehow she always tells me
I never listen
She forces me
And I fall in love
This cycle has repeated
So much
When will I learn from my mistakes?
Will I ever?
When will I be able to find these things for myself?
Will I then be truly independent?
Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 9:44 PM UTC
In first grade
My mom
Made me read
A
Magic Treehouse book
Someone had bought me as a present
Then came my 6+ years long obsession
With fantasy
In third grade
My mom made me read
Red Pyramid
Recommended by my girl scout
Troop leader
Thus started my 5+ year obsession
With mythology
In seventh grade
My mom signed me up
For a field hockey goalie camp
She heard about
From a colleague
This started my 4 year venture
Into being a field hockey goalie
Somehow she always tells me
I never listen
She forces me
And I fall in love
This cycle has repeated
So much
When will I learn from my mistakes?
Will I ever?
When will I be able to find these things for myself?
Will I then be truly independent?
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