Growing up

When I was in elementary, I loved it, the fact that we thought highschool was so far away and that it will take forever. When we were little, we could dream, and life didn’t matter because we were kids. Now its the second semester of my sophomore year. I’m fixing to be a junior, so I can’t dream anymore. Its time to figure out what to do with my life. The other day I was hanging with my friends then I was like we are about to be juniors. Right there, I saw in their eyes the disbelief, and we sat and talked about memories and the fact that we are scared. Growing up is a crazy thing we have to do. It’s like everything is so new, but the world also seems dimmer with every year that passes by. I’ve been thinking about senior year lately the year that we have all our last. The last marching season and the last time ill put on a band uniform. It’s probably the last time ill see people in my class. I look back on my life and the memories I’ve made with people and individually. I have had a great life, but everything is ahead of me like an arrow and its target. I can say that I’m scared and have no idea what to do with my life. I’m taking all the memories in and going day by day, hoping I can figure it out on time.