Time is always ticking by. You can't see it, but it is always there, eating slowly away
at my life.
It seems so long ago, that I was a baby, with not a care in the world. Life was simple;
sleeping, playing, eating then sleeping once again.
Learning to walk and talk comes next. The sheer delight on my parents faces when I
said my first word.
Next in my life came primary school. Learning to read and write, extending my
vocabulary beyond simple words. Growing up, meeting new people. My first day at
school was a scary one, interacting with the unknown for the first time. Leaving my
parents for the first time, to face the world alone. I remember back, to my first day,
clinging onto my parents not to leave me alone. Looking back it feels stupid, that I
was so upset. After all, they were only leaving me for a few hours.
My early childhood was full of fun. Playing and laughing all through the day.
Now, I'm in year ten, studying for my GCSE's. Life is not as exciting as it used to be
anymore, although I do still have a lot of laughs. The days seem to drag by, but the
weeks and months soon fly by. I'm quite frustrated, I can't wait to get my
qualifications, leave school and explore the world. My grandma tells me not to wish
my life away, and that there is plenty of time yet. My mam says her school days,
were the best days of her life, and that when you’re older, you'll wish you were back
at school. I beg to differ.
My early childhood years passed by very slowly, even though I was having so much
fun. People say time fly's when your having fun, which I agree with. But the days
pass by quite tediously towards my last years of school, because I am so eager to
Time is very important, make the most of it and the people you share it with.