Childhood Imagination

When we were children, everything was spelled out for us. We knew the rules and we followed them without question. We went through each day the same, testing out mudpie recipes, catching grasshoppers, picking flowers that will wilt in a second to give to our mothers, and then being tucked in. It was pretty much ignorance and bliss.
But now I'm older and I have a lot of questions. And my days aren't filled with catching grasshoppers or feasting on mudpies anymore. I'm in that stage where I'm stuck between a caterpillar and a butterfly. I've made my cacoon but I haven't immerged yet as a radiant new creature. I'm still a little of the old me, but I'm also a little of the new me. I'm split between and time is running out for me to be neutril. Things have changed and I need to figure things out. I still, thankfully, have my childhood imagination, I haven't lost that, yet, to the sensible way adult's think. I'm still me. But, I'm not.
Just this Spring people could pass me up as an eleven year old sunshinee girl, but now postladies are asking me if I'm the eldest over my fourteen year old sister (yeah, she wasn't happy about that).
I have a lot of questions without answers, I have a lot of ideas and dreams that I can't fulfill because I'm too young. I'm stuck in the middle and I don't know how to get out.
When am I going to fly as a butterfly?

Flashback 4#

Once again, I'm late on posting this diary entry! Uggghhhh...where does all the time go? *Groan* OK, so here goes:

Dear Paris, [Paris was my imaginary bff] [I wrote this when I was ten]

my little brother, Kian, is doing soccer this Spring and their referee is too cute to be true! I mean, he has long, blond hair, and he's like, five foot eight, and his face is like an angel's face. AND he's so fast, I mean like FAST! And his voice is an angel's voice [I needed help]. Chase, that's his name. Isn't it a nice name?
Indigo

WOW! I was a cornflake! Geez, I just LOVE reading my old twenty-something diaries, they bring tears of laughter. Don't you like looking back at the old you? It brings memories (and LOTS of 'em!).
See you next week when I post to the thousands of HomeschoolBlogger users and viewers my first ever shaving experience. Now THAT was a hoot! Hehehehe:)

Goodbye from a major cornybunch,
~Indigo