Days flew by,

blurring in and out of conciousness.

Inexperienced and careless,

as though I could conquer the world;

Always observing, listening, experimenting.

A brave young soul,

never discouraged by scrapes or briuses.

Eyes filled with wonder,

wanting, waiting.

I've grown; I've changed.

I can no longer frolic in the grass like a horse;

I must act my age.

Nor can I giggle like a schoolgirl at a silly face;

I should know better.

I can no longer twirl in my skirt

like a pretty princess;

I am too old for fairytales.

I am told to just forget that part of me;

that naive little girl.

But things are lining up in my mind

like pieces of a puzzle.

I'm never growing up!

I will make my life one worth living,

Curiosity,

Laughter.

Growing up means moving on,

but never forgetting to take it slow.

Growing up means I'll never stop chasing

those silly little dreams.

Though mind and body may mature,

imagination never will.

I wish I could go back,

but I know I am already too late.

I must just keep on track, and never let my mind falter.

I can stlill be that pretty princess,

if my mind takes me there.