When I was little I looked at my reflection in a puddle

I was to little to notice any imperfections

I giggled and jumped into the puddle without a worry

I grew up a little more and it was my first day of school

My mom holds my hand as I walk in

A little older and I see a boy. He’s cute

A little older

I cry because i don’t have friends

But I don’t understand why

A little older

I meet a boy who likes me

We date

He saved me

I thank nature for him

A little older

I now know what was wrong in my reflection in the puddle

I wear long sleeves most the time

I’m looking for the people I’m going to grow old with rather than grow up with

Being little was beautiful

There weren’t any cares

But now the beautiful things I once had are rotting away

To nothing more than memories held in puddles that have dried up to nothingness