The first and last time.

You know its weird that when you’re a kid you just want to grow up but when your grown up you want to be a kid. I think all the time what will my future be like will my dreams live or die. Although I may be fairly young I still miss sometimes when I was little. I wish I could experience everything for the first time again. Every place every moment of new things Ill never look at the same again. I love the excitement of miller park and just being there is fun and exciting but ill never look at miller park the same as when I slowly walked up to the massive stadium excited that I’m finally old enough that I can experience it yet terrified at what will be inside. That moment when I sat down on my hard plastic seat. The moment when I saw my first home run and everyone around me in the stands roared in excitement. Or when I went to my first wedding. It was me and my mom. Soon after I walked in I made friends with another kid about my age who sounded British and had an argument about who had the weird accent. We became great freinds.Even when we were at the reception We had fun. We won prizes. We sang and danced along. We had so much soda and was so hyper. I will never get that same feeling from miller park or with a friend at a wedding. I will never feel that empowering feeling about anything I’ve done before again. I’m only twelve there will be more I can experience for the first time but that’s only another thing to loose.