crayons

we've traded in the crayons for car keys, girlfriends, late nights, and tears.

but in some way, we had to.

we are no longer the naive little six-year-olds hanging off monkey bars and hoping for the new Easy Bake Oven for Christmas. 

that all seems so adolescent now, but that's because it was.

it is.

something is missing from my messed up teenage mind, and maybe it is my crayons.

or maybe it's the almost stupid, but beautiful innocence that we possessed when we were that young.

a blissful bubble that consisted of Blue's Clues, animal crackers, and swing sets.

but not anymore.

somedays, I'm glad that those days are lost and behind us, 

but believe me when I say, somedays I long for those days to be back.