Memories
by
Euna P.
(Age: 15)
copyright 11-01-2005
Age Rating: 7 to 127
I remember times when I was little...
I was struggling to jump to
the second bar
on the monkey bars.
Now I can just reach it
without any trouble at all.
I used to bug my dad
for a bedtime story
and tuck me in.
Now I just let him tuck me in
and read the story to my little brother.
I used to bug my dad
to walk with me up the stairs
and let me lean on him to
reach the third stair above him.
Now he does that with my little sister,
and I'm too big.
I used to only practice violin
a half-hour every day
and think it was good enough.
Now I practice a minumum fifty minutes.
I used to have only
half a paper for homework
and complain it took too much time.
Now I have five textbooks and seven binders,
homework every night,
and tests almost every week.
I used to dance around
in the mud
and get scolded by mom.
Now I just stay out of the mud
because I want to
and not because my mom will punish me.
I used to be an only child
for one year.
Now I have three siblings
and they are all super annoying.
I miss being able to make mistakes
and not being scolded at
but laughed at, and being patted on the head
and being told I was cute.
I miss being the center
of my parents' attention
because I look out for myself mostly now.
I miss being the cute girl everyone loved,
because 6th grade was terrible
for my social class and friends.
I miss a lot of things.
But I've learned a lot.
And I understand more, and what I mean by that
is beyond acidemics.
Growing up isn't all bad though.
But let's see how I feel about that in a couple years.
One thing though....
I know if I can write mushy stuff like this,
I'm definetly getting older.
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Wow this poem is great and I used to do things like that with my dad but in a few years he'll be doing it to my baby brother and the baby that is on the way! I loved this poem I can't write good poems so I had an attempt at it and it's OK but not great. Memories of us being young are great I had a tough childhood, some good memories and bad ones, but I see that as I am too growing up!
Life is an ever changing ride that's always trying to throw us off. Personally, since my parents are the ones who hold me back and since I do all I can to stay away, I can't really relate to this. Even though I suppose being pulled out of loving hands before you were ready to run would be a painful experience. For me, the loving hands were ice cold. And I always ran.
You need to fix up the grammar and add some capital letters to the start of each line. Other than that, the grammar and spelling are flawless.
May the divine darkness be with you,
Leigh of the Commenting Crusaders
Life changes constantly and we must be prepared to change with it. Change is good, as you have expressed here. Always keep a positive outlook on changes and you will always make the best of them.
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