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We were young. Maybe five, maybe six. I remember the warm summer wind blowing my hair back as we stood on the sidewalk, watching the planes fade off into the distant expanse of the sky. "That's gonna be us someday," we would say wistfully, waiting for the days we'd be big girls in a big world that could only offer us the lives we dreamed of... and

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amazing!

[fadedprfection]

wow you are awesome! i love this entry its amazing! i wish i could go back to the little tomboy i used to be, playing football with the boys down the street and wishing more then anything back then to grow up. but growing up only brought the realization that our aspirations and goals arnt always as attainable as we thought. becoming the first women president of the world quickly faded out of my mind once i hit 6th grade and saw how "dorky" it was to smart and how "cool" it was to not be.
Its scary that the security of my own front yard has been reduced to sprinting out to the car parked 100 yards from my front to grab the binder i'd left in there for fear of something unknown. why is th unknown so petrifing and rejected by the world. the unknown, looked at no longer as the unexplainable, but the coming of evils. no one wants to deal with anything new.
the littel kid in the theme park was never too scared to walk up to the other little girl to ask her where she got her stuffed bear. so why r we so scared if a stranger even glances at us? why has growing up become reducing the innocence of life.