I'm in the Summer of My Life

Summer, the hot beaming sun, bathing suits, sand and beaches, BBQ’s, and late nights. A splash of fun and a sense of freedom. I imagine life as the seasons. Spring first as the burst of life. Summer, being the break to maturity and adulthood. Fall the calmness of settling down and creating a family. Winter the end of the road, waiting for the traffic light to turn red and your life to stop. I’m in the summer of my life. My strong emotions, with every tear falling I’m growing stronger. Responsibility of knowing what I need to do to be able to provide for myself in the future. No longer thinking as a child, now I’m imagining what college I’m going to.

Not a childish person. I’m not quite sure if I ever have been. I wasn’t like Lizabeth from the story “Marigolds” running ramped with the other children. I remember days as a 10-year-old watching Lifetime movies glued to the television, angry with my mother for calling my name. While my friends conversed about the latest Sponge-Bob episode, I cringed. Cartoons bore me to the point I continuously yawn and my eyes get droopy. Everyone seems to like it but me.

The awakening, my alarm clock going bombard becoming louder and more annoying in my ear. Knowing its time to wake myself up. In the back of my mind I still want to plaster my face in my pillow and allow myself a couple more minutes of sleep. I rather wake up from that then having my mother’s nagging, high-pitched voice screaming from her room across the hall. It’s not her responsibility it mines. So I rise and let the cool morning air give me chills. Not the young girl I used to be. I feel like Lizabeth I’m free of the young me.

Caring. Young children seldom care about who feelings they’ve hurt or the things they did wrong. Four walls, sitting on a bed, t-v blasting and all I do is think. Past, Future, Present.I'm able to give advice to people and having them feeling appreciative.Recently having to tell my best friend my feelings on her current "love interest". Not trying to make it sound nice for her and telling her what she wanted to hear but telling her what her heart was blocking her from seeing. Sometimes I feel like her therapist deciphering her emotions. Being a mature person I can take many lessons from my hardships and mistakes. Lizabeth did the same after she destroyed Miss Lottie's garden. The next time around I'll no how to steer my way clear, like trying to steer your car in the opposite direction of an accident.

So I conclude that I am a mature young women. In the summer of my life I have bloomed. From being a crying baby to being responsible to take care of myself and have no more childish actions or emotions. No savaged marigold garden to prove it. But a mellow toned person. It's time to sit back and think about what season of life are you in?