The step between childhood and adulthood is for some a great journey and for others perilous. The great divide between the two stages of life hangs off its hinges precariously, simply waiting for that moment when your life will change into the realm of adulthood forever. Some children are lucky and are able to hold onto the sweet delight of childhood with its care free attitude and lack of responsibility, all of the hours of the day entwined in pleasure. Whilst others are dragged by the collar kicking and screaming from their youth, forever resentful towards their parents and the world for denying them what was rightly theirs. I am one of those children that was taken far too early from my childhood, like a piece of under ripe fruit, just not right………
My name is Poppy I like to think of myself as an average kind of girl, brown hair, brown eyes, may be a bit long in the leg, but overall I would say that I’m pretty average. On the exterior that is, my childhood wasn’t exactly the run of the mill typical shpeel that you will hear most days; I grew up in the suburbs with my mum, dad two brothers and the family dog Rufus. I would like to call my story and my life unique, well as unique as one person can ever truly be; what is the likelihood in that happening on a planet with a population of 7 billion people? The events that have shaped my life and me are not unheard of, but when I disclose the details that I keep close to my heart I can’t help but feel the pity and sentiment that surrounds me from those that were able to hold onto their childhood and have memories to cherish. I am going to expel some of the tales of my childhood; hopefully you won’t pity me, but just understand that not everyone has the childhood that you did….
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