There were so many things we did or though as kids. Things we don’t do anymore.
One such thing was age difference. I remember how age was very important when I was 9 years old. You know, that feeling when you’re 6, just started school, made a few friends and you were afraid of the older kids? Then you reach 9 years and you feel as through you have this strange sense of authority above all the kids that are younger than you, even if the age difference is just a month.
And you just wanted to grow up. Hey, if I have this supreme power over other kids, then threat me like an adult!
Well, things don’t happen this way.
You first step toward adulthood is puberty.
First tought: “My body changed…I’m a grown up now!
Sorry, hon. You ain’t.
It doesn’t matter if you are 13 or 17, you are all in the same shit. The only thing that changes are you responsibilities. School gets tougher as years went by, your heart will break several times (not literally), you will lose friends and gain new ones. The word you knew will turn upside down.
For the better or worse?
It’s up to you to decide.
Why am I talking about this now? I don’t know. Maybe it’s because I don’t want to grow up. I’m turning 17 today, but I don’t want to.
I don’t feel as through I’m in the same c*** a 13 year old is. I don’t want to reach 18 and become mature, start a life as a self-depended young woman.
I want to be 13 again. I want to return to the times when things were simple, when my only responsibility was school and taking care of my cat. 🐱
I don’t want to grow up. I want to stay with my family the way it is.
For me, growing up means leaving the life I knew for all these years behind. I’m afraid of the new life ahead of me. I know there will be times when my art will bring me to the breaking point, times when I will doubt myself amd my parents won’t be there for me…