Poem: Growing Down

For the first time, I laughed, and it tasted like freedom
For once, a change in plans was an adventure
Finally, I learned to be spontaneous
For a change, I lived only in the moment
And I realize I am, at 21, at long last,
Learning to be a child.
~

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