Growing Up

The day that I could no longer tell my mother exactly what was going on in my brain of mine, made it clear to me that I was growing up. 

But wait.. Nothing was ever clear. When I was 1 my goal was to have glasses by the time I was 2. When I was 2 my sole goal was to have my favorite box of crayons by the time I was 3. 

The day I wished for a peace of mind and not materialistic things, made it clear to me that I was growing up..