Growing Up


Growing up.

Though it wasn’t always as easy, it was fun. Fun, in a very different way. I started seeing things differently; as if I had worn colored lenses and had never seen any color before. Most of the things I saw were among the unpleasant. Looking at the world after you’ve crossed over could surprise you to no limit. Small things seem different and the big things are those that you don’t really remember. Such was the change. Could I call it a change only in perspective? Not really. I’m sure it’s something everyone experiences at some point in time. Was I lucky to have experienced it so early? Yes, maybe. I’m making peace with it.