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Growing Up
I am from unfolded blankets left out
From fresh dryer sheets and fabric softener
I am from the small red bricked hour
From the little pink princess room
I am from 2 younger siblings
Who I’ve watched grow up
I’m from spring flowers
Tulips and daisies
Blooming and blossoming
From family barbecues
With sweet flavorful watermelon
Sweetness feeling inside my mouth
The smell of knowing summer was coming soon
To the parking structure sunsets
Painting the sky with colors of yellow, pink, and orange
I am from winters snowfalls
Frosty The Snowman and snowballs
From day dreams that turned into reality
The unknown and scary future
That scares us seniors
I am from joyful old memories
Now stored in old photos
To the moments you look back on and laugh
To the new memories yet to come
I am from all of the I Love You’s
The ones I now miss
I am from the dreams I get to follow
Once a little girl in her pink princess room
From the roads made for traveling
Getting to explore the unknown
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This piece gives you an insight into growing up, how everything changes, things get harder, and soon enough you are on your own.