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when I was 1:
Anything that was new to me, was fun to me. And everything was New. Brand new. Peekaboo was new. Bananas, cats, grass, people, toys, sounds, water.. I could play with water for hours. Watch it slip through my fingers, try to catch the waterdrops only to discover they were no longer drops when I'd caught them. And I'd try that until I knew for sure water was like that. Then I would move on. Find something new.
when I was 4:
life was summer. It was cinnemonrolls, sunshine and bicycles. It was toes against asfalt, it was pulka in the snow. It was "can she come out and play?", "Mom, Can I?", and it was mostly "Okay". And we would play for hours, and time was all ours. It was when school was still cool. It was sleepovers. It was dependency, right and wrong, it was Apologize and I'm sorry. it was jumping in my parents beds. It was believing roads could suddenly end if you drove too fast, it was Doubting if Santa really existed but pretending you were Deadsure he didn't. it was disgusting when mom and dad hugged eachother. It was choosing my own clothes. It was becoming A Big Girl Now. It was new. Brand new.
when I was 10:
I was little Sister. I was youngest daughter. We were best friends, me and my best friend. Me and my other best friend, we were best friends too. I was blonde and curly. I had a diary. I had a mind, strong beliefs and alot of imagination. I was whole-hearted. Everything was natural and Ofcourse to me. At recess, I was really good at 4-square. I loved writing essays, and loved the "Excellent work" in my teacher's handwriting. I loved the wind, the Nile, the sand, the mud and the water. I loved laughing till my stomach hurt, and I loved giggling. I loved jokes. I loved Running. Running Fast. I loved kicking balls, I loved P.E. I even liked boys, though I wouldn't admit it (only to my diary). And I loved to imagine them liking me. I loved sitting in the 4-wheel-drive, window down, arm out, at night... Singing. Dad driving. And I was unafraid. I knew all along that up there, I had a father who held the world and cared for me. And plus Him, I had my dad. And my mom. I loved the fruitsallad after every dinner. I loved what was right, and my stomach would hurt if something was wrong. I loved alot.
when I was 15:
Walking the corridors, imagining what I looked like as I walked down the corridor. I had a new best friend, was it disloyal to the one I moved from? But we had so much fun. We were like sisters. I was no longer little sister. I was Me. and who Me was, was very important. Every photo taken had tremendous meaning, could be lifechanging. Every word and action defined my life. But I was thoroughly enjoying Me. I loved the clothes, the friends, the floorball, the music Me listened to, the style Me had. And Me was not like anybody else. The summer was divided into weeks of Fun, new experiences. People. Camps. Sunshine. Happenings. Wherever the action, friends and fun were: that's where I wanted to be. It was devastating to Miss Out. My heart was there, easily moved...and somehow knowing what kind of Life I wanted. His Life, up there. I knew that if everything else I knew failed, He would never. And I liked life, and everything was new to me. Brand new.
I am 19, going on 20.
It's new. Brand new.
It's daring, it's brave. It's the first taste of Experienced, it's widening your horizon, flying. It's past, present and future in a junction. it's living for the day and not being able to live for more. It's holding on and letting go. It's on your own two feet. It's seeing pieces fall in their places. The world is before you. It's thanking the Maker, and asking what he thought of when he created me. It's loving it, even if you really don't. It's never as bad as it seems. It's finding truth and love that lasts. it's stressful and confusing. It's Enjoy the moment, It'll all work out in the end.
It's life. It's new.
It's brand New.
I like it.
when I was 1:
Anything that was new to me, was fun to me. And everything was New. Brand new. Peekaboo was new. Bananas, cats, grass, people, toys, sounds, water.. I could play with water for hours. Watch it slip through my fingers, try to catch the waterdrops only to discover they were no longer drops when I'd caught them. And I'd try that until I knew for sure water was like that. Then I would move on. Find something new.
when I was 4:
life was summer. It was cinnemonrolls, sunshine and bicycles. It was toes against asfalt, it was pulka in the snow. It was "can she come out and play?", "Mom, Can I?", and it was mostly "Okay". And we would play for hours, and time was all ours. It was when school was still cool. It was sleepovers. It was dependency, right and wrong, it was Apologize and I'm sorry. it was jumping in my parents beds. It was believing roads could suddenly end if you drove too fast, it was Doubting if Santa really existed but pretending you were Deadsure he didn't. it was disgusting when mom and dad hugged eachother. It was choosing my own clothes. It was becoming A Big Girl Now. It was new. Brand new.
when I was 10:
I was little Sister. I was youngest daughter. We were best friends, me and my best friend. Me and my other best friend, we were best friends too. I was blonde and curly. I had a diary. I had a mind, strong beliefs and alot of imagination. I was whole-hearted. Everything was natural and Ofcourse to me. At recess, I was really good at 4-square. I loved writing essays, and loved the "Excellent work" in my teacher's handwriting. I loved the wind, the Nile, the sand, the mud and the water. I loved laughing till my stomach hurt, and I loved giggling. I loved jokes. I loved Running. Running Fast. I loved kicking balls, I loved P.E. I even liked boys, though I wouldn't admit it (only to my diary). And I loved to imagine them liking me. I loved sitting in the 4-wheel-drive, window down, arm out, at night... Singing. Dad driving. And I was unafraid. I knew all along that up there, I had a father who held the world and cared for me. And plus Him, I had my dad. And my mom. I loved the fruitsallad after every dinner. I loved what was right, and my stomach would hurt if something was wrong. I loved alot.
when I was 15:
Walking the corridors, imagining what I looked like as I walked down the corridor. I had a new best friend, was it disloyal to the one I moved from? But we had so much fun. We were like sisters. I was no longer little sister. I was Me. and who Me was, was very important. Every photo taken had tremendous meaning, could be lifechanging. Every word and action defined my life. But I was thoroughly enjoying Me. I loved the clothes, the friends, the floorball, the music Me listened to, the style Me had. And Me was not like anybody else. The summer was divided into weeks of Fun, new experiences. People. Camps. Sunshine. Happenings. Wherever the action, friends and fun were: that's where I wanted to be. It was devastating to Miss Out. My heart was there, easily moved...and somehow knowing what kind of Life I wanted. His Life, up there. I knew that if everything else I knew failed, He would never. And I liked life, and everything was new to me. Brand new.
I am 19, going on 20.
It's new. Brand new.
It's daring, it's brave. It's the first taste of Experienced, it's widening your horizon, flying. It's past, present and future in a junction. it's living for the day and not being able to live for more. It's holding on and letting go. It's on your own two feet. It's seeing pieces fall in their places. The world is before you. It's thanking the Maker, and asking what he thought of when he created me. It's loving it, even if you really don't. It's never as bad as it seems. It's finding truth and love that lasts. it's stressful and confusing. It's Enjoy the moment, It'll all work out in the end.
It's life. It's new.
It's brand New.
I like it.
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