Kid

Division Essay

To be a kid? What does it mean? For me, being a kid means many things, cheerful, friendly, innocent, naive, and trusting. Many different emotions are experienced for the first time while I was a child, and handling these emotions for the first time was mind rattling. From the feeling of betrayal, to the first crush, and finally the sweet sensation of victory. Being a child had its many loops, turns, and flips, while trying to figure my own mind out, now that I am starting to understand myself, now I can start to try and figure out this little thing called, life.

When I was 13 my parents split up, it was the most difficult thing that I dealt with as a kid. I felt betrayed by my parents, they always promised me us kids that they would always be together, but sometimes life doesn't work out the way we plan. It took me a long time to have normal conversations with either one of them, because I didn't understand why they couldn't just make it work. I later on understood that they had drifted apart years before, and there was nothing that they had not already tried to make it work.

When I was 5, I met my first crush, I always remember liking girls in church and my parents friends kids, but it was nothing like this. I got onto the playground, first day of school and saw Megan, she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I asked her to be my girlfriend immediately, she accepted, but the next day I asked the rest of the girls to be my girlfriends. This was the start of the cycle, showing me how many girls are really out there, because back then I had no idea, but it is a humorous memory none the less.

When I was 12, I was one of two 6th graders to make the A team. This was a proud moment for me, but it was no victory. Our team worked hard all year, and went into the playoffs in first place. I did not get as much playing time as I would have liked, but I knew my time would come. We steam rolled through the tournament, all the way to the championship, and then we blew Hermon out in the championship game as well. This feeling of victory as a team, was my first of many feelings of victory, and defeat. I must say though, I learned much more from a loss, then I did from a victory.

Being a kid was a wonderful maze full of new feelings, colors, and sensations, but along the way it was all a learning experience trying to find my place in the world. I am still searching for my place in the world, but I keep having this feeling like that place is no where near here...