I remember being a small child
with no worries.
Life seemed so simple.
 
All that happened was 
playing, laughing, and having fun
with an occasional tantrum 
or scream,
or cry. 

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. 
Unfortunately that’s not how it works.