My Little Brown Dog

As children we never understood the hidden meanings of objects, we only saw things for what they were, literally.  As time has gone on and years become shorter I now realize that my life can be summed up in my scruffy brown dog.  He comforted me on my sick days and played with me when I was lonely, but now when I look at him I see days gone by.  I feel a sense of emptiness where my love once was.  I see him sitting on my bed, pleading, begging me for one last play, as my high school career comes to a close.  I want to.  I really do.  But, I am no longer 6.  I am 16.  My life is consumed by endless nights staying up until three trying to finish homework.  I miss the days where I would go to bed at 8 and wake up with energy.  I see, in my little brown dog, the happy days that I need to hold onto in my life.  I think that is why I leave him, sitting there watching me with those big brown eyes, as if he understands what I am going through.  Growing up has given me some of the best memories anyone could ask for.  Growing up given me friends and an appreciation for everything that has happened to me.  I believe that is why I can't remain six forever.  When I was six, I didn't have an appreciation for what I had, but now I do.  Growing up makes me realize how lucky I was to have a beautiful childhood.  I will forever cherish those memories as I look towards the future.  I may have to struggle to finish all of my school work at night, but I am happy.  I can't finish this blog; because, I am not done growing.  I shouldn't look at the past as if it was my glory days, because it wasn't.  I am still a child.  I believe the past that I am reminiscing about is still happening.  It is my present.  So, I can't say that I have learned very much.  I have just learned to appreciate every moment of my life and to not fear the future or try to speed it up.  I'm going to love every moment and not dwell on the past.  I can't wait to see what the future has in store for me.