Growing Up

I’ve tried to teach you all the things that growing up will bring, like working hard and being good and all that kind of thing. Yet, there’s lots of things I’ve yet to tell and some things are quite sad. Like growing up forgetting the things that made you glad. You find out that the moon is not the silver you once thought. The sun is not the golden ball you thought the clouds had caught. You soon learn that the fairies don’t come when you grow old. That snow is not for playing in – it only makes you cold. But if, like me, you’re lucky and have stories you can tell, to children who will listen and learn their lessons well, you’ll keep afresh the memories of all your childhood dreams, so growing up won’t be as bad as you might think it seems.