I went to a place called Marble Slab with my aunt and little cousin recently and I noticed a little girl, probably about 7 years old. Really cute. Long light brown hair, blue sundress with white polka dots, white sandals, and laughing with her dad the WHOOOOLE time. And I couldn't help but wonder and sort of worry about her. I have no idea why, for I had never seen this girl before and probably never will again. But, I couldn't help thinking all these weird things like "Where's this girl's mom?" and "Where will she be in 10 years? What will she be doing? Who will she be?" and "Will she be making decisions that she'll later regret?" Because that little girl used to be me in a way.
I'd like to say I was cute. (lol) and I was always a Daddy's Girl. Until I got older. I started caring WAAAAY too much what other people thought, making bad choices. And always wondering where I'd be, what I'd be doing, and WHO I'd be in 10 years.
I still haven't made sense of this experience, but I really do believe that little nameless and probably soon-to-be faceless girl made an impact on my life.
If you have any thoughts on this, please comment. Until Next Time... Liz =]