Childhood
Childhood is a time in our lives that we are able to do what ever we want to do. If we want to sleep, we sleep. If we want to go to Incredible Pizza, we go to Incredible Pizza. We have no limits, no bounds to hold us back or fenses to hold us in. We feel like we are truly free, even though we aren’t. Childhood is a time when summer break seems like a life time and school seems like even longer. Childhood is the time when we would actually have parties at school and not really learn anything at all. Childhood is the time that we always remember. It’s the time that we always fall back on. It’s what builds us up and tears us down. Childhood is when we forget that there is actually stress in the world. But besides these things, childhood really shows the world who we will be later in life. Soon after we enter school, we figure out that we aren’t going to be always able to go outside and play basketball or capguns with our friends whenever we want to. We also figure out that our lives are going to be a little bit harder than what we had previously thought. If life was just eat, sleep, eat, play, sleep and eat, I would not have a single problem with that. For a long time, I could never take naps, and to this day, I still cannot take a nap. I was always that kid that would actually stay up during nap time and watching t.v. By the time that we reach fourth grade, we start to understand life a little bit more. We have started to write things that are about a page long and even learn to write in cursive. We also figure out that we will be learning a lot of worthless things over our school careers. Things that we will not even remotly use. We experience different things as we go through the system. Rather it be different classes every hour, mean teachers or a whole new thing to learn. We also experience girls. At first we do not know what to do, but later things change. No one can explain this quite right, but things do change. But its just one of the things that we go through.
Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
This poem is boring
But yet it won’t go away
And neither will
CHILDHOOD!








