Two Worlds

In my childhood I felt as if there were two worlds. A world where kids interacted with each other while playing, laughing and having fun. In my kid world kids would say the wrong thing, cry, and get ink from markers all over them while everybody thought this was normal. Then there was almost a completely different dimension in my mind, the world of older people. Every adult was perfect and glamorous. Adults didn't do anything wrong, and there were no conflicts. Nothing was ever difficult for older people. I wanted to be one.

I'm not an adult now, and I won’t be for a while but now I see their true reality. When you get older you still don't get along with everyone and you still mess up (a lot). The only difference now is my size, years of life, and more awareness to keep my mouth shut and just not talk sometimes. My "Boo Radley" was not understanding that when people are older there still human and troubles still arise.

Awhile ago I thought I had to be a certain way because I was growing up. Now I know I'm not perfect nor will I ever be, and the truth is neither will anyone else. As I look at pictures of a little girl with a bob haircut and glasses, I think to my self first, was I ever really that young?  Secondly I do not feel any different. I'm still the same silly goofy Molly I was then but now I don’t see two worlds. Now I see one big world for me to experience, live in, and explore for the rest of my life. Those marker and grass stains may not be there everyday anymore, but will be a part of the memory of some of my first adventures that will bring many more to come.