Change
My how things have changed. It was only 4 years ago that I was walking down the asile, cap and gown in hand proud as a peacock. Only 4 years ago when I shook my teachers hands, accepting the diploma, seeing the tears in my parents eyes as I became a woman. Yet those 4 years. Those measly 1589 days could have been a century with how things have changed. I remember having home phones on the wall that you could ease drop on your families conversations with. I remember smearing on makeup in middle school only to scrub it off minutes later because I looked like a clown. I remember going to school and seeing people actually talk to each other over lunch rather than their little magic black boxes. I remember parents sending their kids back up stairs when they dared show a little bit of skin. I remember. A phrase said by the old yet I am only 23. Oh how things have changed, and not always for the better. Now instead of looking like a clown with the big makeup. There are little girls prancing around in crop tops and mini skirts and makeup done like a professional. Instead of talking and swinging around on trees outdoors, kids are laying on their beds texting. Instead of fears of failing a test kids are worried about where the next shooter will appear. My how things have changed. From laughter in the streets, to screams in the halls as they are shot down by their own friends. Has it really been only 4 years? Feels more like 100.
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