six

before i reached the heady heights of a six year old, i was to all intents, " normal", i rode my bike up and down the street, watched scoobie doo and had my own scoobie snacks  to eat, i did normal kid things, but then in the lunch bay of my primer 4 class i kissed vicky stewart. life had now changed , for ever
they talk about women having a biological clock, but i think men do too, what changed? from swapping sandwiches too saying " show me yours and i'll show you mine", do we have a choice in the way we turn out, the way we treat others, the ones we say we love. or do we just say we love them to make us feel better.
If we are capable of such amazing depths of love,then how on the other hand can we also lie, and decieve and destroy the ones we love,  Before i reached the heady heights of six, life was not complicated, too shorter childhood, shame.