I miss the backseat of the car.

I miss mornings where golden light would pour through my window,

Stress free afternoons where my only cares were what to play, 

There was no pressure, just happiness and fun,

Allowances and friends,

Hope.

I wished for the front seat,

To get older and see the world,

To do what I want.

I now wish, want, hope, long for my old seat in the world.

But now that door has closed,

And getting older has won.

Now I dream of the backseat and what it ment.

I miss being home and complaining about to much sleep,

Not worrying about grades or what not to eat.

Life was so simple and innocent,

Riding in the backseat.

Now I sit in the front of the car, watching the world go by,

I realize I’ll soon be in the driver's seat. 

Making my own decisions,

Directing where to go. 

In control of my own life.

But these choices lead to responsibility.

It means I’m growing up,

And childhood slips farther away.