Undecided

I really miss being a kid sometimes,

All the early cartoons and sweets,

The lunchbox kids meal at KFC

Before they turned to weird commercials,

Those slap bracelets and playing tag.

I think 2007 was a good year,

Since I was on the honor roll,

Had perect attendence, played violin,

But, I didn't like the curfew,

And until then, the president was

Another Dave Chappelle joke

(which I secretly watched late at night).

Maybe I miss 2012 when we moved,

Though I didn't appreciate leaving then.

But I could take hour long showers,

Had a lofted bedroom and my own PC,

Though I literally had no privacy,

And my periods would agonizing

And God, the migraines I had back then.

Feeling like I was hit with a sledgehammer

And kicked in the gut at the same time,

I spent a lot of days at home, crying

In fetal position begging for it to end.

Doctors said nothing was wrong,

As if I wasn't in crippling pain,

And sent me home as if I was fine.

I made some good friends though,

And the food down there was unlike any other.

I don't think I miss the years though.

The memories attached are what stay,

Not the days or the weeks or the time,

The hot winters spent playing in Texas,

The snowball fights from our first house,

The hot chocolate burning my tongue

As I try to eek out a good final essay.

The graduation parties, the birthdays,

The road trips (God! The road trips!)

The time without a fear that everyone

I love and know will die someday,

A time when I didn't care about

Politics and money was just a gift,

When we didn't know if we'd have cable

But if we did, don't turn on Barbecue U!

It's all just memories now that I can't live in,

So I guess my favorite year is yet to come.