In response to The Daily Post's writing prompt: "When Childhood Ends."Write about a defining moment in your life when you were forced to grow up in an instant (or a series of instants).
I never grew up. Are you kidding me? I want to be like Peter Pan and stay a kid forever. I don’t feel grown up either. I blame life for growing older. I had my first cigarette when I was 14 and smoked pot and other things like hash and oil. Until I bought some oil myself, I was never a grown up, though. I also didn’t understand the justice when I got the strap in school. My principal hated me I think. I believe he wanted to kick me out, but I went far away to boarding school instead. Mr. Lacoste gave me the strap on the hands with a black belt as you can imagine. It didn’t hurt as much as the humiliation did. I don’t think the pain was enough to stop me from being late to class, though. I was late because most likely I’d be getting stoned in a nearby alley and I lost more than the track of time. I lost my mind too. It’s funny how time past yet everything was in slow motion. It disturbs me to think about it now. I’m sure you’d all agree. It’s not that I grew up fast it is that I wasted so much. Back then it was wild fun, but I didn’t know that it would end in an unfortunate series of events. Granted I was having problems at home and school, but if it wasn’t for the drugs, I might have graduated grade 12 instead I fell on a crazy new bandwagon.
Note: the link to a series of unfortunate events is a post I wrote on my other blog if you’re interested.