Lost My Balloon
When I was young and naive,
my imagination had no limits.
Scribbling on paper might have looked like a mess,
but in my eyes, it was a masterpiece.
I used to play “ house ” with my friends in school;
each played a different family member.
In a split second my backdrop changed to whatever I wished.
And when in need of prop pieces,
we just got creative.
Suddenly a chair would become a spaceship,
an apple might become a Thanksgiving turkey,
and a desk would be our home.
It was like a superpower.
Life was so much easier and stress - free.
When we are younger, we don ’ t care what other people think.
I would walk around in a princess dress and plastic high heels.
I miss those days.
Now I worry what others think of me.
We gain skills as we grow older, but lose some without realizing it.
A part of my youth just slipped out of my hand.
As I watch it float away,
I shed a tear
but remember, this is just a part of life.
Kayla Kosfiszer, Eighth Grade
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