Through the years, I grow.

Life is easy at age three, it's just fun and games being carefree.

Then i turn six, and forced to do tricks.

Like playing games and living with two brothers.

Soon enough I turn eight, and mom bakes me the biggest cake.

Everyones happy especially me, I learn that happiness is the key. 

When I turn ten, mom gets sad, double digits is a lot to be had. 

Then I turn twelve, and I can finally reach the highest of shelves. 

And not far after, approximetly a year, I reach my parents teenage girl fear.

Once fourteen comes, I think i know it all, but then I fall.

I fall in love, and get the biggest shove.

Carefree three is never wanted more.

But I learn, like I always do, and at age sixteen I'm no longer blue.

I create my own sunshine like most people do. 

Loving my life, at age seventeen.

I hug and hold onto the best kind of me, the me I've always wanted to be.

Wiser, stronger, and certainly carefree.