All Grown Up
Well, it's finally happened. I am growing up. One day you're running around topless in a diaper, and the next thing you know you're a senior. (sorry, that whole topless comment was a bit edgy; maybe my blog should come with a warning? WARNING: THIS BLOG CONTAINS MATERIAL WHICH MAY NOT BE SUITABLE FOR CHILDREN UNDER THE AGE OF 18.....Oh, wait, then I couldn't go on it. Hmm, I'll just have to tone it down a little). Time sure does fly. (sigh) I remember in like third grade my friends and I decided to make a club. We weren't sure what to call ourselves, so we spent an entire week's worth of recesses trying to come up with a name. Finally, I thought of my bike helmet and how it had "Cool Cat" on it. I presented the name to the rest of the club and, most likely out of being tired of thinking, we adopted the name as our own. Yes, that's correct, I was part of the CCC (the Cool Cat's Club). It's not exactly BSC*, but we tried.
Ah, how I miss the good old days. What ever happened to predicability, the milkman, the paper boy, and evening tv? Something...old familiar faces waiting just around the bend. Everywhere you go...ect. (Just incase anyone was wondering, that was, sort of, the theme song from Full House). My bike used to be my only mode of transportation. Now I can ride my bike, walk, or--my personal favorite--drive. That's too many options for just one person! Looking back on these past (almost)18 years, I start to wonder about what I've done and what it's meant...............(still wondering).................okay, well that was fun. J/K! I guess I see my life and what it's meant by looking at the friends I've made (most of them I've kept), how I've grown (believe it or not, at one time I used to grow), and the future God has given me. It's fun to look at the past and remember all the good times, but it's exciting to picture the future and what lies ahead.
I guess even though I'm growing up and getting older, I can never grow out of my past. I miss it, yes, but eventually, even my future becomes my past. I can't hold on to it no matter how tight my grip is. Although, looking at my past and knowing that my life gets better by the day, I can't wait to be old! It's been fun, but like they say, the best is yet to come.
*Baby Sitter's Club
Ah, how I miss the good old days. What ever happened to predicability, the milkman, the paper boy, and evening tv? Something...old familiar faces waiting just around the bend. Everywhere you go...ect. (Just incase anyone was wondering, that was, sort of, the theme song from Full House). My bike used to be my only mode of transportation. Now I can ride my bike, walk, or--my personal favorite--drive. That's too many options for just one person! Looking back on these past (almost)18 years, I start to wonder about what I've done and what it's meant...............(still wondering).................okay, well that was fun. J/K! I guess I see my life and what it's meant by looking at the friends I've made (most of them I've kept), how I've grown (believe it or not, at one time I used to grow), and the future God has given me. It's fun to look at the past and remember all the good times, but it's exciting to picture the future and what lies ahead.
I guess even though I'm growing up and getting older, I can never grow out of my past. I miss it, yes, but eventually, even my future becomes my past. I can't hold on to it no matter how tight my grip is. Although, looking at my past and knowing that my life gets better by the day, I can't wait to be old! It's been fun, but like they say, the best is yet to come.
*Baby Sitter's Club
posted by Chels @ 5:10 PM
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