Have I over stayed my welcome in spring

In life you get different parts, the funny parts, the serious parts , the parts you are proud of, even the parts you have to overcome. Some how though, the most difficult one for me is the growing up part. You see, most of the time I try to act like a young adult that is caring, helpful and have some maturity about them. However I still am that little girl that is careless, spoiled rotten and spends all of my parents money without thinking about the consequence. For me leaving my childish ways behind and entering adulthood may be harder then I thought. Much like spring, trying to become summer but because of certain conditions, just like with mother nature I am not ready to or rather I don’t want to.

As a child, you have not a care in the world you play make believe games, goof around with friends and the only education skills you really know is 2+2 or rhyming words like rat, cat and hat. For me however my education since I am in 10th grade I have to look at the viewpoint of possibility of going to college and the pressure of choosing what I want to do after high school. That will be a summer decision that I have to face sooner or later. Much like with Lizabeth where she had to get ready for high school and leaving middle school be hind, along with the simple worries.

Remember how Lizabeth always relied on her parents but most of her father, well I do the same the thing, only with my child like ways, it’s even worst. Most of the time I don’t think before I act or speak and don’t take things serious. A few months ago I got a $200 ipod for my birthday I didn’t even have for a month, before water damage got to it. Did I care? Yes and no because I was upset at first but then I turned right around and asked for another one. Plus considering the fact that I get side tracked easily, I am never focused on one thing and don’t know what I want, much like a kid in a candy store.

The most conflicting reason why I can’t move on to summer is that I have responsibilities but at the same time I am not responsible. Let me honest, I lose things, I break things, I definitely don’t know how to budget money, I really am hard headed and sometimes I don’t think I have a conscience. Yet, somehow I cook my own food, I do my own laundry, I still get money and I do know right from wrong.


Can I say my parents are the ones that are one holding me back for growing my own flowers? No, to me they are the sun, the water, and dirt to grow my marigolds. They have given me all the tools I need, now all I just need to do is use them and let my flowers grow from their own roots. You know since I pointed out these flaws that have stopped me for blossoming into a young adult am I really such a child now? Have I already enter the summer of my life and I just don’t want to face it? Can I move to summer with still having that memories of have that childish way about me? Honesty I still don’t, to me I think I will always be stuck in the middle, trying to choose a winner but up having a tie.