The whole idea of turning another year older kind of stinks, almost like the smell of rotten food. Or as our going to throw the garbage away and you open the lid and the smell hits you. I know turning ten is awesome, it's a whole year older but turning ten makes me feel poopy in a sense, or almost crazy, insane crazy.
You tell me I'm to young to look into my future and to young to look back into my past but maybe that's just because you forget what it's like being 1, 2, 3, 4, ,5 ,6 ,7, 8, and 9. Because being 1, 2, or 3, they don't expect you to be anything except simply a human being that functions right. When you're 4 in my family you're expected to be top of the class, but all you want to do at that age is pretend and play like you're a wizard at Hogwarts and cast perfect spells, or a student spider at Little Miss.Spiders school. Or the complete complexity of being 5 and going to kindergarten. All of the difficult math and reading. At 6 I was a princess waving to my subjects, 7 a doctor saving lives, 8 a secret agent on a mission, and 9 a superstar waiting to be discovered.
But at this age you're double digits you ditch your imaginary friends and kick them to the side and forget how you spent every second of everyday playing with them. Confessing every secret with them knowing they will never unzip any of your secrets, not even to a fly. Why is it that another year older you have greater expectations to fulfill.
The thing about turning the big digits is that you lose your imaginary friends and never see them again, or in my case you are forced to mature and lose your imagination and grow up, with no more play time. It's time to leave it all behind, grow up, and turn 10.
I was a newborn puppy confused and dumbfounded. I didn't know what to believe, my mom told me when I was little and it was Christmas, "Go to bed, Santa's coming soon." then as I grew older I realized that, "go to bed Santa's coming." really meant go to bed so I can wrap up your present and put them under the tree. this realization I had was cruel and unjust. now I cry, cry, cry, cry, cry myself to sleep.