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January 20, 2009
By Anonymous

Yesterday, I felt thirteen.

My birthday isn't till Saturday, but what is a birthday?

On that day you are immediately a year older and you act like it?

I don't think so.

It takes some people a lot more than a birthday to mature.

And with some people it doesn't even take a birthday.

Now, I love birthdays, but my change usually happens before the actual day.

So, with that said, yesterday I felt thirteen.

I got my first real boy/girl hug.

It wasn't short.

We weren't a foot apart just reaching over.

It wasn't awkward.

I wasn't counting the seconds till it was over.

And his hands weren't on top.

It was a perfect length of time.

We were close, touching.

It was a sensational feeling.

I wanted it to last forever.

And his hands were on my waist.

Now, I don't know why I have fallen for this boy in the way I have.

He is just a boy.

But he is such a real boy.

And he is part of my journey to thirteen.

Thirteen is just an age.

But it is thirteen.

A different kind of age.

You aren't really a kid anymore .

Kid’s menu’s aren't given or offered.

Movies cost more.

Parents might trust you more.

You have lived through three presidencies.

You have seen things go from vhr to dvd to high definition tv.

Shut up is just an every day word.

Frickin doesn't seem so bad.

You know where babies come from.

You know that cuties aren't really real.

And in a way, you kind of wish they still were.

Boys are an obstacle.

You thought it was strange that Santa could get to every house in one night, and stop to eat cookies.

And fit down the chimney.

Then you found out the truth.

His secret is magic…

Thank goodness.

And in a way, we are still just seven year olds trying to learn how.

How to do this, how to do that.

How your going to pass your algebra test.

How your going to talk to your crush.

Everyone is a kid at heart.

But at soul, they have grown older, and have experienced happiness, sadness, hate, and love.

And in the end, we are all the same.

And being a kid has served its purpose.

So I appreciate my little years, and except the new challenges in front of me.

But I know, that in my heart will always be this happy, loving, curious child.


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YY4UOK said...
on Mar. 20 2009 at 6:01 pm
very insightful!