writing assignment number 2 (with a twist)
so, someone asked me to do another writing assignment a while ago and to be honest, i've been too busy to write and i've been dreading this one... the topic is great, the assignment is great, the actual execution is tough... so i'm spinning it a little bit
that being said, a day from the eyes of a child
I don't want to get big.It seems like big people never smile like I do when I'm watching cartoons or playing ball or when I make a funny noise from my body. They always have something on the go which seems to mean they don't have smile time.
Some scratch their head. Some say bad words that I'm not allowed to say. Some squeeze their fingers together and then run them into things. Some just don't have the energy for any of the above.
Not like me. I have lots of energy. I run all day. I eat all day. I throw the food I'm supposed to eat all day. I spill. I fall. I run into things. Things don't always go my way, but I'm still happy. I still get to be a kid.
But I know some day I'm not going to be a little kid anymore. I'm going to have to make decisions. I'm going to have to make money. I'm going to have to spend all the money I make just to live. I'm going to be away from the people I love for long periods of time. I'm going to have responsibility. I'm going to be big.
So until then, I'm going to be little. I'm going to throw food. I'm going to run into things, spill, nap, cry, smile, drool, laugh, poop, pick my nose. I'm going to enjoy it. But not all of it. I'm going to save some of it for those days when although I'm big and I have big people things to do, I still need to find a way to have fun. And be a little kid at heart.
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