We as Humans

Child.

Being a child is a memory I can't quite touch. It's that person you forgot moved away and tv show you can't remember if it was real or not. It's a memory that borders a dream. I can't remember getting up and not caring how I looked because no one else did that I was surrounded by. Last week I bought a pencil skirt and a blouse and checked the price. Last week I grew up a little more and I didn't even realize it until I asked for wall decor for my birthday. When was the last time I asked for a toy? I smiled kicking through leaves and my friend called me a child but as a child that wouldn't have struck me so bad. Being a child is being happy as your basic emotion. Now I'm so low as I dress professionally and get asked about where I want to go for collage. No one used to ask me questions that I couldn't answer with yes or no. Being a child is a time I put on a pedestal out of my own reach. The older I grow the deeper I get and the cuts don't heal like skinned knees. When was the last time I skinned my knee?