August 2011
Young Forever
Dear Younger Self,
I wish I could still be you. To be young and always with a smile. I wish I still believed in fairy tales and Santa Claus. Why did life have to get harder? Why did you have to grow up? I would give everything to be you again. To be happy and believe everything you are told. To go throughout the day with my only worries being who I would play with at recess or what color crayon...
