Ten years ago I started kindergarten. I'm
16 now and a sophomore in high school. I grew so much taller,
and wiser, and more independent in those ten years. Those years
flew by so fast. I was just thinking, in ten years from now,
where will I be? I'll be 26 years old. Maybe I'll
finally have a career, or maybe I'll still be in college.
Will I be married?...or single?...or even just dating? Maybe
I'll be married to my soldier and have a kid, like my step
mom thinks. What if my life takes a downward spiral, and
I'm living on my own, barely able to feed myself. Or
possibly I'll be very well of and not have a thing to worry
about. I don't know where I'll be in ten years. But one
thing I do know is that ten years ago, when I was 6, I
couldn't wait to grow up and be 16 and drive. Now that
I'm 16, I realize that growing up isn't all that
great...and neither is driving to be honest, so now I'll
just live my life, day by day, trying my hardest, and see where
I end up. I'm not in a rush to grow up anymore...but I do
still wonder.
