Sisters

I was always the little sister asking why you won't play.

Just for today I get to be you:

Is this what you were thinking?

Dirty clothes

from playing in the dirt

marker smudged face

make believe is still your favorite game

I can no longer stand the sound of "lets pretend..."

you've asked me thousand times can we play make believe

Lets pretend that we're on the moon

no lets not

how about... "we're at the fair. ".... no.

Okay what do you think about cow boys.

I don't want to play make believe. I don't want to pretend anything.

Please. No. I'm to old to pretend things.

Spiderman?

no

Covered wagon?

no

we used to play that all the time.

So?

why don't you play anymore?

Stop talking, i'm trying to concentrate

please

nope

pretty please with butter and cheese

Please stop

Why did you have to grow up?

(No response)

Hey, I've got an idea, lets pretend that you are my age.

I don't want to. I've got home work to do, and I'm too old for this.

I'm busy and I do grown up things, like go shopping and go to parties with my friends.

This is what you said

and this is what I think.

you were imagining being somewhere else.

Somewhere without me, with your "friends"

well,

Imagining...

Pretending...

they are the same thing

You were pretending the whole time,

why didn't you let me play your game?

All I wanted to do was play make believe...

For The First Time

I've never Blogged before, but I have done quite a bit of journaling in my time. So I figure that blogging and journaling are along the same lines. One key difference is that the world can read my blog. The purpose of this blog is only for me. I'm not going to kid myself and think that my blog will change other peoples lives. But when I'm older, more mature, different, experienced, more educated, I will learn so much about who I was at 16. It could give me great insight, or maybe I'll just see how far I've come (or how far I have regressed.) Or my poor children may stumble upon this and wish that the internet was never created.