Time Flys

I was only a child of six, when I figured out that I could wave my hands magically in the air,and wish away my fears. I never knew a girl as young as me, could make herself dream so big. She was inside of me like a hurricane churning loudly. I knew things in my world were not right, somehow. I needed a outlet to run to, and hide. Sitting there rocking in that old, broken chair, I would swing my feet back and forth, thinking about the meaning of big words my mom and dad used to say. Like job, and bills. To me, I did not understand their meaning. Was I supposed to know where those words would one day take me? 1

After a long day playing with my little barbie dolls; I decided that I needed to take my dreams bigger. Now, being only six, I knew that I couldn't possibly remember everything I should need to take with me. It was a dream deep within me waiting to be explored. But, somehow, that dream would soon come to a horrific end. As I woke up on a bright friday morning; I could smell the bacon and eggs awaiting for my taste buds to reach them. I stumbled out of bed wiping my little eyes, and stretching as I walked down the hallway, and into the kitchen.2

My brother and sisters were already there gobbling down everything in sight. I managed to get in the chair, and pulled it up close to the table to see what all had been cooked for me today. Bacon, eggs, toast, grits, and a small glass of orange juice, just enough for me to wash everything down with. As we all finished feasting on this wonderful meal; I went to my room to get changed for my play clothes, which, were nothing like my night clothes. As I finished changing, and ready to go start my day in the wide open yard, I noticed that my brother was frantically pacing the hallway.3