When Childhood Ends

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “When Childhood Ends.”

Write about a defining moment in your life when you were forced to grow up in an instant (or a series of instants).

When I said I do to the man I married catapulted me into a place I had no idea I was headed. Having children sent me further into that place. A lifestyle change and unfamiliar responsibilities set me on a path I’d never traveled before. Me, myself and I took a back seat to my expanding family. It was all good.

My childhood didn’t end completely. There were times that it was revisited. Playing with my children and taking them on adventures gave me an opportunity to experience parts of my childhood. Sneaking free time to act silly with my husband gave us throwback moments of childhood silliness.

When we remain young at heart I believe the good memories of our childhood never have to end.

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I'm an unconventional writer who never knows how the project is going to turn out until it's finished. The project could be an article, short story, poetry or photography. For me that's the blessing of creativity. Come along with me as we embark on an adventure. Enjoy the ride.

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