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growing up

There used to be a time when I was good.

When I said please and thank you,

when I sang silly songs,

when I believed in cooties,

when I went to church every Sunday,

when I said cheese for the camera,

when i made dandelion bouquets.

But then this crazy thing happened.

I experienced life. 

Or grew up, rather.

Or turned bad, actually.

I lie, I sneak out, get in trouble, hurt people, break boys' hearts, am jealous,

spiteful.

Once a kind child,

gone in the wink of puberty.

Innocence replaced by a flurry of hormones

and

forgotten childhood.

Reviews

[Mason]

I agree with Kit Kat...
This really did take me back...
I'm glad to say that I enjoy every development of my self, and never regret letting the past be the past, but I can empathize with this poem.
It's very nice. It does seem like, as we age, the world becomes darker. Perhaps we tend to fit in with that, and even play a role in it as well.

[Coyote Poetry]

Age teaches us to do the wrong things. Funny part we go back to old standards when we learn we need to keep the gift of emotion to the special people only. Wasted words and desires leave us sad and disappointed. A very good poem. Your story is common to the most of us. We must test the ground to learn the pain and the pleasure of a life. A excellent poem.
Coyote

[TheKaylaPup]

this is wonderful, well written. I love the beginning! welcome to WritersCafe! keep writing. =)

[deeps]

when I sang silly songs,
when I believed in cooties,
when I went to church every Sunday,
when I said cheese for the camera,
when i made dandelion bouquets.

I SO LOVED these lines here.
This takes me back to when I was younger.
This is wonderful.