Dear Sophie Sophia Clough
Dear Sophie,
Every once in a while, I think back to your house, your school, your backyard. Me and our parents drive past it when we can. The new owners painted it blue, so it’s no longer beige. It doesn’t really suit it well. I wonder if they took down the playground we used to play on, where we learned to swing on the swings on our own without our parents pushing us, and where we took dirt and tossed it down the slide. Your school will always have a place in our hearts. The teachers we loved, the friends we made (I’m so eager to reunite with them), the playgrounds we played on, and the uniforms we wore. For me, high school is nothing like childish playgrounds. There’s fights, drama, and things that you’re too young to know about. Friends come and go, friends turn into your worst enemies. Playgrounds turn into hangouts where people do the unthinkable. Teachers go hard on you. You’re always happy, aren’t you? I remember being happy, but that was years ago. You’ll see what I mean when you’re my age, so keep staying young. Despite the bad, your new friends are gonna love you, your family still loves you, and new things come your way. I can’t wait to meet you and hug you and maybe shed a tear or two. Whatever awaits in the future, don’t ever grow up .
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