I remember being nine when summers were fun filled,
Before all of the responsibilities of life crept in,
Before work, before girls, except of course my sister,
And just before I was expected to be "grownup"--
Between a little kid and a screwed up teenager--
Still thought of as cute but not yet awkward,
And Mom and Dad still knew more than me.
Things were easier then but we didn't think so.
Then nine turned to ten and youth raced away.