All Nonfiction
- Bullying
- Books
- Academic
- Author Interviews
- Celebrity interviews
- College Articles
- College Essays
- Educator of the Year
- Heroes
- Interviews
- Memoir
- Personal Experience
- Sports
- Travel & Culture
All Opinions
- Bullying
- Current Events / Politics
- Discrimination
- Drugs / Alcohol / Smoking
- Entertainment / Celebrities
- Environment
- Love / Relationships
- Movies / Music / TV
- Pop Culture / Trends
- School / College
- Social Issues / Civics
- Spirituality / Religion
- Sports / Hobbies
All Hot Topics
- Bullying
- Community Service
- Environment
- Health
- Letters to the Editor
- Pride & Prejudice
- What Matters
- Back
Summer Guide
- Program Links
- Program Reviews
- Back
College Guide
- College Links
- College Reviews
- College Essays
- College Articles
- Back
When we Were Young
Light streams through the branches
I sprint up and down the dry creekbed
We can’t hide from growing up
My dreams were just ahead
The forest feels so small now
The winding path so much shorter
I walked a mile, maybe less
My mind in disorder
I thought so little about my future
It always seemed so far away
And walking in the woods
I don’t want to go back today
Similar Articles
JOIN THE DISCUSSION
This article has 0 comments.
I can't speak for everyone, but I can say I'm terrified of growing up. I wonder if the colleges I chose are really the best for me, if the major I filled out is going to stick, if this degree I get in a handful of years will even be worth it... I thought back to a time when I didn't worry about growing up. At my family's farm, there were a handful of trails leading into the woods, and usually ended up by a huge creek running through the property. Hours I would spend unsupervised running up and down it, climbing over fallen trees and brush piles, jumping over deep puddles - it was an adventure for elementary Me.