Winter, Growing up and different life

***Growing up***

Life was different
from then to now.
You can get away
with things easily.

Now were older and more mature,
we do more and bigger stuff that goes around.
And sometimes people don’t get away with
things fast like they used to.

I do more stuff now,
than when I was little.
When your younger less stuff
go on in your life, you barely do chores,
homework, or even dealing with stress.

We get stressed a lot about
school, especially homework.
It ruins your fun day.

Decisions are more complicated,
sometimes it can be a big deal for people,
because they don’t know what to do.

You have more feelings about everything,
about your family,
friends,
animals,
cousins,
aunt’s uncles.

Why does this world half to be
so big for us?
Why can’t it stay the same?

I don’t want to grow up fast,
I want my life to be the same as it was
when I was younger.

When your little your parents
basically did all the work for you,
rocked me to sleep,
read me stories,
tells me about my future.

But now I can do all that,
I’m a big kid and I can prove it
to the world, and the world coming to me.

Why can’t it all be the same,
instead of changing everyday or even every year?

Why can’t we all go back in
our own little world, with our own little rules.

– RiRi S…
Sunrise 2 @ Indian Creek Recreation Area, Wood...

Sunrise 2 @ Indian Creek Recreation Area, Woodworth, Louisiana (Photo credit: finchlake2000)

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    I could have saved myself a lot of trouble by doing what my sister did. My sister survived this psychotic woman’s nightmare mentality by playing nice. She would be nice, get the woman to take her shopping for clothing, go out and get manicures, do pottery at a shop…generally just playing a game. I can’t do that. I don’t play games. I get in your face, I scream, I don’t do lying and shadow-games. We’re different, my sister and I. The truth is – I don’t understand normal social interactions or dynamics. I can’t play the kind of games my sister did. There’s just no way for me to do it. I never could understand how my sister could play the games and get along the way she did, I still don’t.
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    After all, I’m not going to feel guilt over some other person’s stupid choices. I’m going to be happy that I’m free.
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