As a small girl I would ask many questions to my family. And the older I got, the more serious the questions would get. It would start as “Why is the world round?” to ”How much harder does it get when you grow up?” These questions I would ask people would never get answered, even if there was an answer. They wanted to keep my mind young. The serious questions I would ask, would get asked more often. Instead of “Was the fruit orange named after the color, or was the color named after the fruit?” to ”How often will I see you when I'm all grown up?” My family started to worry.

I don’t like the fact of growing up. Staying young forever sounds pretty sweet. If I could choose, I’d choose to be young and as happy as can be! When I grow up I want to be successful. But I don't wanna let go of the memories I’ve had. Like going outside in the backyard to play softball with my mom and sister. Baking cakes for no reason and eating all the frosting. The beach days and pool days, a day we only spent on fun. Playing Mario Kart with my whole family. And my friends.

But all of those fun times and memories will turn into high school, then college. And paying for a house, taxes, getting a job to keep a steady flow of money to treat myself, and survive. A new car, and insurance for that car. My love life and a family one day. My sister and I really hate what you have to face when you grow up. She is currently going through that process. I watch her very stressed out, ready to crawl in a little ball, because there is too much coming at her. And that’s my fear for growing up and I wish it will never happen, but sadly it will.