The Simple Life~

As I sit here, I think back.
Back to when life was simple.
Back to when the only thing I cared about was recess.
Back to when the scariest thing was the moster hiding in my closet.
Back to when my only concern was hoping I would never grow up.
Because the more I think about it,
the more I'm scared of who'll I'll become and how much I'll miss being little.
How I'll miss running downhill with my arms stretched out,
Feeling the wind brush between my fingers.
My hair blown back. Without a single care in the world.