I forget about old times so easily.
I forget about innocence and scraped knees on the sidewalk.
I forget about holding hands softly in the shade of trees.
I forget about the big fuss I made over losing my favorite plastic bracelet.
I forget the pain I felt after getting my first bee sting.
I forget the fear of falling off every roller coaster I was forced to go on.
I forget about spending Christmas alone with my two siblings because otherwise, we would not be able to spend it warmly.
I forget about coming home from school and going straight to bed for 7 hours in order to wake up in the middle of the night alone.
I forget about being scared to wake up and go to school because I knew my friends were not going to be there.
I forget about the anger I felt when my plans would be ruined because I had to babysit
I forget about my first heartbreak and the hole it threw me down when I needed myself the most.
I forget the piles and piles of dreams I wasted on someone who was bound to drift from my life because of our age.
I forget the shock I was in when I almost greeted death himself, I am so happy I am able