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18
December 2, 2020
The fall I turned 18
I was surrounded by cowboy boots
instead of Birks,
a life of sororities
not teenage drama.
I observed my closest
friends reach adulthood
before I even had my lisence.
Growing up a puppy
surrounded by dogs
left me yearning
for the perks
of growing up.
But now that I’ve
scratched and clawed
my way there,
I’ve realized the
benefits of my situation.
While my friends will
obtain their ID’s before me,
celebrate the big 5-0 before me,
they will also find their caskets
before me.
I get to learn the lesson
of a maturity
through the lense
of childhood.
© Anonymous
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