This is not a poem or story, just me writing down feelings. So today is my little brothers birthday and he is turning 9, I am 12. A realization hit me today, making me feel scared and old... HE IS 9 YEARS OLD! You see, in the third grade, I learned about sex and just about every curse word in the universe. MY little brother, my sweat baby brother, is going to be, if not already, corrupted... the inevitability is disturbing. I love him to death and will do anything for him. his innocents in youth is so pure and rare, that to disfigure this is to clip the wings of an angel, MY angel. I am to blame as are you in some way, we learn from what we see and experience, from the environment we, as people have created for the future. This world is sick and repulsive... to name the acts some carry out is to hard for me so try to imagine. I now understand the overprotection shown by my mother... understand her want to bubble wrap the world, place glasses on our eyes to filter what we see, so that we only know love and peace. He makes me want to be a better person, a better sister and protector. let this day mark not an age, but let it mark him surpassing the day of my corruption, and be the start of a generation of better people with strong morals and hearts, let them lead and trust in their instincts, because they carry a pureness and strength to lead with courage and wisdom.