Funeral of my Childhood

The days of my childhood are slowly coming to an end. I am at that stage where I am too old to sit at the kid's table on Thanksgiving, but too young to engage with the adult's at the fancy table. Just that awkward in-between the lines stage of life. I am at a love/hate relationship with it too. I suppose I am swapping the crayons in the crayon box in for lipstick for the funeral of my childhood. A celebration really of the person I have become and will become due to all my little memories.

I was a bit of a crazy kid to say the least. I grew up with my not-so little brother and my best friend Jacob, my second brother really. I suppose my dad tried to relive his baseball days through my brother and I, so softball became a part of my life, and I sure did learn how to round all the bases. To the times when my brother, best friend, and I would throw apples at cars at a failed attempt to make apple juice. To the times when we would sneak out to star gaze and talk about all the crazy things in life. I suppose my morals tend to leave at night, but come back in the morning. I sure did keep my dad close to heart attacks in all my crazy dreams. From wanting to be an astronaut, to a marine, to a tattoo artist. My dad did always say that if I ever got a tattoo that he would personally pay to remove it. Boy is he in for a surprise when I turn eighteen in September. I just so happen to have already done research on the best tattoo artists in Richmond. To the times when I convinced my best friend to go mountain biking with me where we ended up getting lost and going on every single trail without cell phones, shoes, or water. We obviously were professionals. To the times when my dad would punish me as a child by picking out my outfits for weeks on end. That was the death of my dignity in elementary school. To the many nights of doing dumb things, and the many nights to come of that.

The funeral of my childhood is one in the books, and filled with many lessons to say the least. Turns out that a scoop of ice cream a day keeps the doctor away. Trust me, an apple a day only makes you a book worm truly. The truth of the matter is that life is full of many mistakes, all of which aid in your growth and of course the best memories. Being young, dumb, and broke possibly comes to be one of the greatest moments in life. And just sometimes, you have to take the leap in swapping your crayons out for lipstick, and giving adulthood just a taste. Crazy colors on the lips are always the way to roll, but keep caution in it might give your parents a little heart attack. Cheers to the death of a childhood, and life full of memories to come. RIP.