Excerpt from my senior project

[songofcynicism]

{Now that I am leaving High School and moving away to go to college, the house that I grew up in is going to be sold. My mother and I are going to move in with my grandmother. She lives close to the public library, so it will not be like I am leaving Hueytown all together. I am sure that it will be much harder than I can imagine right now, actually walking out of my front door for the last time. I guess there comes a time in everyone’s life when the utopia that is childhood is slowly replaced by the responsibility and pressures of real life. I can only choose to accept the fact that my age of innocence is over and settle for merely the memories. Memories of times when I did not know the meaning of the word regret, when my mother was the only woman with a piece of my heart, and my father was a man I respected. Leaving the house I grew up in is symbolic of a new beginning and a new outlook towards life. I can honestly say that the freedom that is growing up is only the bondage of adulthood in disguise. How ironic that the ignorance childhood places upon us is completely dependent on the absence of the very privileges it causes us to idolize.}

Jon will be the only person to read this...Mabey