When I was a little girl, nobody told me that growing up would be easy. I still wish to play make believe, chase the dandelions around, tag my friends but now there aren't any friends I know anymore, I lost them all when I moved cities. Cities full of new people, new activities. New schools, I thought to myself, why must I make new friends, why do we move so much. Then I learn to love the setting. Old text books with a sprinkle of dust, though the books often told a story, like the imagination of a 9 year old girl. Time is changing around me, I grow older with each grade I pass. I hope one day to see the world with all its beauty and bad moments.