Memories

Does growing up mean giving up the things you loved?
That's a good question.
Even though I'm only 14, I have grown up and let go of so many things. I remember coming home from school in kindergarten, my mother would meet me at the bustop, sweep me off my feet in a big, bear hug, and tell me she loved me. Now, she's not even home when I get home from school. I miss that. It may seem childish but I do.

As a child, I never fit in.
Wait. Even now, I don't fit in.
I get teased, I get bullied, I get made fun of.
Which is kind of weird, considering I never really do anything. I have a few quality friends though, a quality boyfriend;)

So, does growing up mean you have to let go of things you love?
Not necessarily. In some cases yes, but in others no. And growing up means you get more things to do, and the little kid experiences become memories.