I am eleven today. Yesterday I was only ten but today is my birthday, and I will be eleven years of age. Mum said that I’ll be entering another, life-stage.
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I’m having a party and lots of my friends will there, but not all of them. A boy at my School was run-over by a car last week and he; died.
I and some other friends were crossing the same road at the time. The car came so fast that we all couldn’t get out of the way. Mum said that we were lucky that we didn’t all die alongside Simon at the; roadside.
Soon I will be as big as my dad and I will know all what he knows. I can’t wait for that to happen as he knows; plenty!
He is so strong. I saw him lift this massive piece of wood that I could only move slightly if I pushed really hard. One day perhaps, I’ll be able to do the same thing. Mum says that I should wait until my body is; ready.
Hang on a minute though. The other night dad was crying and his tears woke me. I heard him say to my mum that he had killed a man in a thing called a; war.
He was really sad, and mum started to cry too. I don’t want to cry when I get older. Perhaps there won’t be wars when I’m dad’s age. Mum told me later that it can’t have been very pleasant, all what dad; saw.
I will grow big, and I become as tall as my granddad. He is a huge man with no hair, but that doesn’t stop him from coming with bulging bags of food for us. He wears a cap when it’s; cold.
He rubs his big fat hands through my hair and picks me up, onto his wide shoulders, then pretends to drop me. He never will though, I trust him. He is fun to be around, but I think he misses Nan who died last year. He was very sad that day. Mum said it was because he was getting; old.
Hang on a minute though. Granddad is not very well, and that’s why I haven’t seen him for a while, and why he won’t be at my birthday; bash.
I overheard mum saying, to the next door neighbour, that he is a shadow of what he was and that he is not expected to be around long, before joining Nan in heaven. Mum said that her world was tumbling down, and waiting to; crash.
Hang on a minute mum, before you ice my cake. I would like to pass a comment on the life that seems to await.
I don’t want to drive a car so recklessly, that people have to die so needlessly.
I don’t want to kill people in a thing they call a war. Please God, don’t let them find a reason for anymore.
I don’t want to grow-up and live a life that is a lie, and I don’t want to suffer before I die.
Life is for living, not fading away. Life is for living, and not regretting a single day.
I DON’T WANT TO GROW-UP.........DO YOU?
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