Living in the Moment Porter Miller | 2025
When I was five, I wanted to be ten; I wanted to be double digits and the queen of the playground. When I was ten, I wanted to be eleven; I wanted to be in middle school and get a phone to text my friends. When I was eleven, I wanted to be thirteen; I wanted to walk around Rice Village as a cool teenager with Instagram. When I was thirteen, I wanted to be fifteen; I wanted to be in high school with more freedom and opportunities. When I was fifteen, I couldn’t wait to be sixteen; I wanted to drive my friends around and go run errands on my own. When I was sixteen, I wanted to be seventeen; I wanted to throw a Mamma Mia “Dancing Queen” themed birthday party and be known as an upperclassman of EHS. I am now seventeen, but when I look at eighteen, all I see are the memories behind me that have gone by in a flash. It’s scary to look back and analyze my life, past memories flowing through my mind: a friend reminds me of a funny moment. Old memories live on my bulletin board. I’ve realized there are many moments that I have not given the time to cherish, and now all I want to do is go back and remind my younger self to appreciate the little things in life.
If I had to tell a five-year-old one piece of advice, I’d say listen to your grandmother when she tells you how fast you’re growing up, and carry that with you forever. Be grateful for each and every moment.
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