Teenage Years Should Be The Best Years Of My Life Essay

1335 Words Aug 25th, 2016 6 Pages
Remember when you couldn’t wait to grow up? Remember when you envied the big kids? I do. I recall those thoughts as if they were yesterday… but as you get older everything starts to change drastically. Lollipops turn into cigarettes, homework goes in the trash, phones are used in class, soda becomes vodka and detention becomes suspension. Remember when getting high meant signing in the playground? When protection meant wearing a helmet? Dads’ shoulders were the highest place on earth, mum was your hero and your enemy’s were your siblings. Race issues were about who ran the fastest and war was just a card game. The only drug you knew was cough medicine, the most pain you felt was when you skinned your knees. When wearing a skirt didn’t make you a slut and goodbyes only meant until tomorrow… and we couldn’t wait to grow up, but now I bet you wish you were a kid again. I know I do.
I used to think my teenage years would be the best years of my life. If only I knew how wrong I was. At first I was having the time of my life, I was happy and I had an amazing group of friends who I loved more than anything. That was until I got to my second year of high school and I turned 14. Everything went downhill and the negativity started as fast as a cheetah runs and in November 2014 the self-harm started.
I try to put it to the back of my mind but everyone knows that the truth always comes back to bight you in the ass no matter how hard you try to get rid of it. That’s exactly what…

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