Childhood

The Great Gatsby Imitation Writing

There was once a time when we were kids. Before the world had changed us. Without care, and without limits, we were children with full imaginations, where we ran wild like animals in the jungle. Despite our parents constant naggings, we did everything and anything, from playing in the dirt, running in the forests pretending we were fairies, to making mud pies in the rain and pretending we had made a five course meal. And like we were never going to grow up, creating promises that could never be broken, and bonds that we would never forget.

Every memory created was beautiful. Places beyond what we could have imagined now, as we sit as teenagers with a much darker view of the world.

At least now we have a better knowledge of the world, right? But we are unhappier now, much more unhappy than when we played princess of the castle on the playground. After the world became more real, we lost our sunshine.

By the time we have grown up, our sparkle has dulled. We are still shiny, and we still have sparkle left, you just have to look hard to find it. Life goes on and on and as we grow old, it begins somewhat of a pattern, but not a bad pattern, more of a comforting one, a routine of sorts that doesn’t change or deviate.

Although, the routine gets slower. But life gets faster, with licenses, first cars, graduations, milestones, colleges, and then finally what comes after childhood. Some say that adulthood becomes better, and to some extent that is true, there’s more freedom of expression, but it’s also scarier, and things become more real, and you lose the rose tinted glasses of childhood, and the innocence that comes with it.

Suddenly though it all comes to a beautiful conclusion, childhood that is, and we move on to bigger and better things. Life goes on, we get older, but we still have those unbreakable bonds and promises that withstood our childhood, and will continue into adulthood, like a rock that withstands the elements thrown at it. And now that I am older, everything has just begun, but everything unbreakable is still there.

These two pictures are examples of bonds that haven’t been broken like talked about in the essay.