she stands there thinking of what there is to do tomorow and the next day. she stands with her head cocked to one side, because whenever she is in deep thought she cocks her head to one side.

she stands and thinks, what will I do tonight, where will I go, who will I see?

and then she thinks, where has all the time gone?

how is it that we are here already? how did I grow up so fast?

where are my childhood memories, and days, are they hidden away in a toy chest in the attic?

where has all the time gone?

17 in 8 days...

when did I get so old?