When I think of the past,
I think of some of the good things,
Then on the other hand the bad things.
Which holds me back in life.
I remember the long hard days.
Then years pass me by,
And wonder where did they go?
Then I wanted to know what I will be when I grop up.
Life is almost like a tree,
Years pass, and it grows more stories, problems and how it all came to be.
