5

5 seconds. 5 minutes. 5 hours. 5 days. 5 weeks. 5 months. 5 years.

Five years from now it won't matter who I was friends with, who I dated, who I wanted to be. Five years from now, I'll be an adult. It won't matter how hard I try to stay young, I'll keep growing. Five years is a long time for me. I'm scared about who am going to be versus who I am now. I'm scared that I'll make a horrifying mistake and screw up my whole life. I'm scared to grow up. I sometimes wish that I could live in Neverland, so I'll never grow old. I sometimes wish that I could go back in time and redo what I did. But, I have to grow. I have to deal with stress and anger and frustration.

Five years ago it won't matter what I got for my birthday, or Christmas. Five years ago I was just starting 4th grade. I remember picking out the most ridiculous outfit ever. I remember starting my very first diary. But, none of this will matter to me five years from now.

Now I will try to relive my whole elementary and middle school moments. But, I can't. Because society doesn't want me to. Society forces you to grow up, even if you want to stay forever young. Now I know why my parents don't want me to grow up. Now I know why I always fear the unknown. The unknown is dangerous. Five years from now I will be living in the "unknown".