"Remember this moment"
It was one of those endless summers.
Days were spend at a beach, my bed lined with a thin layer of sand and the suttle smell of salt followed me.
I was still an innocent child yet they classified me as a mature lady.
Maybe they were right...
My future was unraveling.
I knew my life would soon consists of work, work, stress, work, expectations, work.
But I was happy.
I was comfortable.
Yet, I was growing up.
and I'm still growing up.
It was what to be expected.
I didn't realize how beautiful those days were.
Those days were one of my last innocent summers.
"Remember this moment" a wise girl once told me.
I'll remember that moment.