with no worries.
Life seemed so simple.
All that happened was
playing, laughing, and having fun
with an occasional tantrum
I remember when I didn't care
who liked me
and who did not.
Now I have trouble
accepting that not everyone
will be my friend.
I remember how happy I used to be
to jump around in my little red rain boots
during a rainstorm,
getting so completely soaked from head to foot,
that my mother wouldn't let me come inside.
I remember when I didn't care what I looked like,
when my body was simply how I interacted with the world.
I remember wishing I was older,
wishing I could have a job,
and do all the things children can't do.
But now I wish I could go back to those times.
Life was much easier back then.