A/N: This is something I wrote back on November 16, 2000, when I was in the seventh grade. Well, I just found it and thought I would post it. Tell me what you think.

Through my life, I never thought that I would have so many secrets to hide. So many sins that I only confess to God. When I was five, I thought I would live a perfect life, with no one dieing, no one hurting me in a way that cannot heal. I didn’t know that I would spend a long time praying that it was now mother’s or grandpa’s times to go. I never knew I would have to attend the funeral of my best friend and favorite grandpa. How could I ever have known that someday I would be taken away from a car crash in an ambulance like the one that took Mom? When I was four, I thought the worst thing that could happen to me was skinning my knee or going to the corner for a few minutes. I now know I was wrong. Very wrong.