Essay about Childhood
                 I’m about to lose my childhood. Childhood is getting mad considering the fact that I’m a grown up now. It doesn’t seem to realize that all kids lose childhood at one point but it always comes back.   As always there will be at least one point when you are a grown up and you act like a little kid just like you did in your childhood. No matter how hard I try to calm it down it still brings me to play like I’m a ten year old kid. I know that it will miss me but I’m just going to have to let it go. The thing that childhood is happy about is that it knows that I will always remember it. Almost all people have memories and most of the memories they do have are of them in their childhood. I'm also sad that I am leaving childhood, because I wont be able to make more memories about really funny stuff. It's okay though because I will always remember my childhood through the rough and nice times I've had in it. One of my favorite things of my childhood is being friends with Daniel, Geb, Davey. G Alan, Harry my family and cousins. These are the people who make me miss my child hood, these are the people who made the best of my child hood and the people who deliberately made my child hood.
                       

                                                Story about Growing Up
    I once went crabbing when I was 10 years old and was so excited. Driving to the beach getting ready to go crabbing got me even more excited. When we pulled up to a bait store my uncle said Connor and I could get out of the car and go with him to get some bait, so Connor and I did. As soon as we got into the store Connor and I started exploring the whole place from top to bottom. We found a big gray bucket but it was to big for Connor and I to look in so we asked my uncle John what was in it, and he said eels for crabbing. Connor and Proxy-Connection: keep-alive
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said cool but we still wanted to look in the bucket to see the eels so I jumped on the bucket and accidentally fell in it with about 35 ells. I was scared out of my life, I didn’t know what to do, so I jumped right out of that bucket and ran to my uncle John. The funny thing is that my uncle wasn’t surprised that I came to him drenched in water. The irony of this story is that we ended up buying one of these eels that I fell in a bucket with.




                     Small Paragraph of what I thinking growing up does for you  
                    Growing up has it's up's and downs. I can only remember two things about growing up which was having fun and getting in trouble. I see growing up as a lesson. I believe growing up is basically teaching you a lesson about right and wrong. When people grow up they make mistakes and get taught the wrong out of those mistakes, which is how I see growing up is the first grade of life. Growing up teaches you manners and respect for one and other. Growing up isn't just teaching you how to behave but it's also teaching how to live.
                                                    Poem about Growing Up
Part.1
Growing up is for everyone
 It might not be the best but at some points it will be fun
No matter who you are or what you do growing up will be in the beginning for you
It will teach you what to do
It goes by slowly teaching you how to behave
Your memories of it will come to you right before you go into your grave
I know sometimes it can be rough
And sometimes you just can't get enough
Part.2
Sometimes it's empty like a cup
Sometimes it's full like a bowl
Growing up is sometimes very colorful
And sometimes it can be very dull
From the time when you were in that stroller
To the time when you're now getting older
You brain is getting more smart
It will have more precision and accuracy than a sharp dart
When growing up has finally comes to and end
You will be losing a really good friend
                  
               
                                                           Recipe for Growing Up
1. Add three cups of love
2. Add a teaspoon of hate
3. Add a cup full of desire
4. Add a pinch of drama
5. Add a pint of intelligence
6. Add a ounce of comedy



The End
    A poem by Kolton Sebastian

Childhood

                                            
                                                 Essay about Childhood
                 I’m about to lose my childhood. Childhood is getting mad considering the fact that I’m a grown up now. It doesn’t seem to realize that all kids lose childhood at one point but it always comes back.   As always there will be at least one point when you are a grown up and you act like a little kid just like you did in your childhood. No matter how hard I try to calm it down it still brings me to play like I’m a ten year old kid. I know that it will miss me but I’m just going to have to let it go. The thing that childhood is happy about is that it knows that I will always remember it. Almost all people have memories and most of the memories they do have are of them in their childhood. I'm also sad that I am leaving childhood, because I wont be able to make more memories about really funny stuff. It's okay though because I will always remember my childhood through the rough and nice times I've had in it. One of my favorite things of my childhood is being friends with Daniel, Geb, Davey. G Alan,Proxy-Connection: keep-alive
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arry my family and cousins. These are the people who make me miss my child hood, these are the people who made the best of my child hood and the people who deliberately made my child hood.
                       

                                                Story about Growing Up
    I once went crabbing when I was 10 years old and was so excited. Driving to the beach getting ready to go crabbing got me even more excited. When we pulled up to a bait store my uncle said Connor and I could get out of the car and go with him to get some bait, so Connor and I did. As soon as we got into the store Connor and I started exploring the whole place from top to bottom. We found a big gray bucket but it was to big for Connor and I to look in so we asked my uncle John what was in it, and he said eels for crabbing. Connor and I said cool but we still wanted to look in the bucket to see the eels so I jumped on the bucket and accidentally fell in it with about 35 ells. I was scared out of my life, I didn’t know what to do, so I jumped right out of that bucket and ran to my uncle John. The funny thing is that my uncle wasn’t surprised that I came to him drenched in water. The irony of this story is that we ended up buying one of these eels that I fell in a bucket with.




                     Small Paragraph of what I thinking growing up does for you  
                    Growing up has it's up's and downs. I can only remember two things about growing up which was having fun and getting in trouble. I see growing up as a lesson. I believe growing up is basically teaching you a lesson about right and wrong. When people grow up they make mistakes and get taught the wrong out of those mistakes, which is how I see growing up is the first grade of life. Growing up teaches you manners and respect for one and other. Growing up isn't just teaching you how to behave but it's also teaching how to live.
                                                    Poem about Growing Up
Part.1
Growing up is for everyone
 It might not be the best but at some points it will be fun
No matter who you are or what you do growing up will be in the beginning for you
It will teach you what to do
It goes by slowly teaching you how to behave
Your memories of it will come to you right before you go into your grave
I know sometimes it can be rough
And sometimes you just can't get enough
Part.2
Sometimes it's empty like a cup
Sometimes it's full like a bowl
Growing up is sometimes very colorful
And sometimes it can be very dull
From the time when you were in that stroller
To the time when you're now getting older
You brain is getting more smart
It will have more precision and accuracy than a sharp dart
When growing up has finally comes to and end
You will be losing a really good friend
                  
               
                                                           Recipe for Growing Up
1. Add three cups of love
2. Add a teaspoon of hate
3. Add a cup full of desire
4. Add a pinch of drama
5. Add a pint of intelligence
6. Add a ounce of comedy



The End
    A poem by Kolton Sebastian