The sky lit up with each rocket blast. It was absolutely beautiful, and that made me sad. My last days as a child would be spent that summer. Come fall, I would enter adulthood and never turn back. The very thought depressed me at the time so I turned my thoughts to the barbeque. All the little innocent children screeched with excitement as the fireworks continued. I sat alone in my lawn chair, drinking green tea. I was too young for this sort of stress. Even the darkness between flashes still scared me. I wasn’t ready to grow up. But this was not a choice for me to make, it was a transition into another phase of life. If it had been up to me I would have spent that summer outside, camping and hiking, and playing with my friends. I would eat ice cream for lunch and hot dogs for dinner. And I would spend every waking moment basking in the freedom I held. It had slipped from my hands. I fumbled when given the chance to take it and run. It was gone.
So I sat there, contemplating the upcoming months. I had a month until packing time. Then it would be goodbyes and long car rides and more goodbyes. I don’t know how I managed to keep from jumping out my second story window. My room would become a guest bedroom, and as I left the house that fateful morning, I would become a guest. I would be a guest in my own childhood home. I cried a lot that day. But not only out of sadness. More so, it was out of fear and uneasiness. I was tossed out onto this blank sheet of paper and I had no idea which way to go. There was no erasing, after all, so I could make no mistake. As I sat in the passenger seat of my dad’s car and we pulled away from the house, I knew I was starting the most dangerous journey of all: life.
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Submission Name: Random Prose 2
