Oh, Mommy, can I live like a firework? I want to explode into my life with a loud shot, and soar up into the air majestically, trailing a line of life behind me -- showing others where I had been in what seems such a short time ago. And the people can ooh and aah at me, wishing they could be like me, could fly and sparkle and shine like me, and they’ll be so jealous. And Mommy, I want them to stare in wonder at me, and think that I’m one of the greatest things they’ve ever seen. They’ll bring their families to see me, to smile and cry with happiness at me, on those special occasions when I am most important, when I can glow in their eyes and melt in their hearts. And people can chatter around me, but I am still the star, I am still the most prominent things in their minds, and that’s the way it always will be. I want to be different colors, different people, different minds -- I don’t want to be the same as everyone else. I’ll be the bluest of blues, and the redest of reds, and the prettiest, purplest of purples. I’ll glitter and they’ll all be so happy they won’t know what to do with me.

And oh, Mommy, I want to go out with a bang!