When did I grow up?

written by: Riri

This weekend an old friend from days gone past asked me "When the hell did you grow up?" I honestly didn't have an answer for him. How do you explain to someone you haven't seen in about eight years that you had grown up long ago? That even when you knew them you were more grown up then you let on? I may have spent my time around him as a young girl whom the older kids needed to watch out for, but when I came home at night I was watching out for my family. I was watching out for the drunken fights and ludicrous ideas. I was finding ways to steal keys and stop cars from starting. I was healing bruises from getting in the way of the wrong person at the wrong time.

I was never a child growing up. I only acted a child at the theater where we all played parts. I was able to be carefree there for a little while, until I knew I would be going home.

So when did I grow up? I don't know. At some point I discovered what tattoos were and how much I like getting them. I found out how to get fucked the wrong way. I am still waiting for the right way to come along. Officially I grew up about 2 or 3 years ago. but in reality? Well I never was young.