Adolescence Poem I will think of the time when I was younger,But for those days I do not hunger, I do not wish to be that small, I am happy right now being tall, Even though I loved my toys, I am glad I am no longer a little boy. Others are Reading On Margaret Atwood’s At the Tourist Center in Boston About a Truck Part 1 Posted by john in Prose Tweet People Who Read This Also Read: Welcome to MY Neighborhood Winter’s Content Everything You Might Not About Living with Your Jack Russell Terrier The N Word Leave a Reply Cancel replyYour email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment * Name * Email * Website Save my name, email, and website in this browser for the next time I comment. Prove You\'re Human * 5 + eight =