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There are places I'll remember, all my life.
It's hard to imagine that there will be so much more to learn and see.
Tonight my sister ran out of the house with a suitcase and her violin case strapped to her back. The dog ran after her, then came my shoeless dad. my aunt, my mom, and I caught up a few minutes later. What started off as a ten year old tantrum turned into warped family bonding time, the bulk of which I missed from being unable to stop laughing. She had filled her violin case with family pictures. I remembered when I was her age I ran away from the house once. I didn't care about packing a suitcase or bringing pictures, I probably didn't even have a jacket. I just wanted to get to wherever I could as fast as possible. Maybe Leah is smarter than me. Maybe she'll be just as prepared as she was tonight to leave something behind when she's older. Maybe I should learn from my ten year old sister and spend less time being dramatic. Maybe, maybe, maybe. Ultimately, I can't figure out whether I'm terrified of Leah having awful pre-teen years like me, or if I just don't want to miss out on her growing up.
I'm not ready, I'm not ready, I'm not ready.
It's hard to imagine that there will be so much more to learn and see.
Tonight my sister ran out of the house with a suitcase and her violin case strapped to her back. The dog ran after her, then came my shoeless dad. my aunt, my mom, and I caught up a few minutes later. What started off as a ten year old tantrum turned into warped family bonding time, the bulk of which I missed from being unable to stop laughing. She had filled her violin case with family pictures. I remembered when I was her age I ran away from the house once. I didn't care about packing a suitcase or bringing pictures, I probably didn't even have a jacket. I just wanted to get to wherever I could as fast as possible. Maybe Leah is smarter than me. Maybe she'll be just as prepared as she was tonight to leave something behind when she's older. Maybe I should learn from my ten year old sister and spend less time being dramatic. Maybe, maybe, maybe. Ultimately, I can't figure out whether I'm terrified of Leah having awful pre-teen years like me, or if I just don't want to miss out on her growing up.
I'm not ready, I'm not ready, I'm not ready.