I regret growing up, getting older and forgetting the warm embrace of childhood. I regret simply agreeing that once I am a certain age I must forget running barefoot and climbing my favorite tree. I regret even thinking those hot summer days wearing a sleeveless striped shirt were ever even childish. I miss the feeling of hot sun and the combination of sweat and dirt. The late sunsets and bittersweet sticky fingers simply brought to a halt. Those grand empty fields, where I once saw great armies, are now just empty fields. To stick my head out the window and feel the wind on my face, to see the blue sky and white clouds, was once the thrill of a lifetime. It is now just a forgotten memory. I regret ever thinking about how people would judge me. I forgot about my imagination and instead, Gained some heartbreak along the way. I traded the innocence of childhood For a thing called “life”. And yet, I’ve realized that my biggest regret of all, was ever having a regret in the first place.
L.F. Conrad is currently a freshman at Cumberland University. She has been writing since she was three years old, ever since she was instructed to write down her dramatic and imaginative stories. She plans to pursue a career in writing and she looks forward to her next few years at Cumberland. This is her first publication in Novus Literary Arts Journal.