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- Story Listed as: True Life For Adults
- Theme: Family & Friends
- Subject: Childhood / Youth
- Published: 01/11/2021
Life and Death: What Happens?
Born 2004, F, from Not/telling/you, ZimbabweChildhood and Youth. The joy of having everything you want and need around you.
I remember always thinking I would continue to love everything the way I did back then. I was innocent, carefree. I remember being with my sister and having everything laid out for me. We would sing together, act stupid for fun, dress up, swordfight, and do all that we could in a day. We'd catch fireflies on summer nights, roast marshmallows on fall ones, sled in the winter, and look at the flowers in the spring. It was perfect. I wanted it to stay that way, forever.
Teenaged Years. Dreams are starting.
My sister was the first. She stopped one day. She stopped playing those games. It was too embarrassing. I didn't understand. I was still a child. I caught fireflies; she hung out with her friends. One day, I understood. I started to act the same way. If only I didn't, I would be innocent and young. But, we continued this way. We started to understand each other more. My parents found it hard at first, but soon, it was like old times. We hung out, but we hung out in a different setting.
Adult Years. Dreams are crushed.
If only I'd known how hard life would be, maybe I would be more responsible. I had to find a job, just one. Something, anything to pay off the bills. My friends were in different colleges, separated from me. I went for my goals. I still got the job I wanted. My friends got married, moved away. I was alone. I wanted to stay. I dreamed about my childhood.
Senior Years. The saddest of times.
People around me were dying. My friends and family were disappearing, one after the other. What could I do? What could I say? What would death feel like?
And now, standing near their graves I wonder. Why did life go so fast? Did I get everything I wanted? Was it what I really needed?
Afterlife, is it real? I believe so. Why put us on an Earth so that we couldn't get one? Death. What would it feel like? Would I be scared?
Childhood youth is memorable. Teenaged years are questionable. Adulthood is an experience. Senior years are wondering.
Life and Death: What Happens?(Nonya)
Childhood and Youth. The joy of having everything you want and need around you.
I remember always thinking I would continue to love everything the way I did back then. I was innocent, carefree. I remember being with my sister and having everything laid out for me. We would sing together, act stupid for fun, dress up, swordfight, and do all that we could in a day. We'd catch fireflies on summer nights, roast marshmallows on fall ones, sled in the winter, and look at the flowers in the spring. It was perfect. I wanted it to stay that way, forever.
Teenaged Years. Dreams are starting.
My sister was the first. She stopped one day. She stopped playing those games. It was too embarrassing. I didn't understand. I was still a child. I caught fireflies; she hung out with her friends. One day, I understood. I started to act the same way. If only I didn't, I would be innocent and young. But, we continued this way. We started to understand each other more. My parents found it hard at first, but soon, it was like old times. We hung out, but we hung out in a different setting.
Adult Years. Dreams are crushed.
If only I'd known how hard life would be, maybe I would be more responsible. I had to find a job, just one. Something, anything to pay off the bills. My friends were in different colleges, separated from me. I went for my goals. I still got the job I wanted. My friends got married, moved away. I was alone. I wanted to stay. I dreamed about my childhood.
Senior Years. The saddest of times.
People around me were dying. My friends and family were disappearing, one after the other. What could I do? What could I say? What would death feel like?
And now, standing near their graves I wonder. Why did life go so fast? Did I get everything I wanted? Was it what I really needed?
Afterlife, is it real? I believe so. Why put us on an Earth so that we couldn't get one? Death. What would it feel like? Would I be scared?
Childhood youth is memorable. Teenaged years are questionable. Adulthood is an experience. Senior years are wondering.
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MAYRA
01/11/2021A good way to express the transition from youth to adulthood. Indeed things change with time as it is said, "change is the only constant thing in the world".
Well written, Nonya!
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Nonya
01/12/2021Thank you so much for your kind words! Time goes by so fast...
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