A/N: I don't know if I've mentioned this before but xXFan-FanXx is doing this list as well (except her's has 105) and she, as of today, is beating me for the first time since we have started...maybe second. I am going to catch up with her though...I PROMISE! In other news, the end of this sux! I couldn't think of a good way to end it so I'm sorry if you totally hate it!! This was prompted by the lyrics to Livin' on the Edge by Aerosmith but I do not own them or the music. Enjoy!

As much as I didn’t want it to, it was happening. I was growing up, maturing. I look back at the past few years of my childhood and wish that I could fly off to Neverland and live with those days forever, but it’s too late. I’m on the edge and I’m slipping.

In front of me I can see only darkness, from where the sky starts melting into the horizon down. I try to keep myself from falling but I’m not strong enough. Behind me I can see innocence. Happy, carefree times where all the important decisions were made for you and your biggest concern was what your next adventure would be.

I’m losing my footing, my arms flail. Rocks crumble away under my feet. In a moment of desperation I grab onto the edge of the cliff. My shoulders jerk and I cry out in pain but I’d rather be holding onto the edge than falling into the darkness.

I can hear children’s tinkling laughter above me but can no longer see the past. The darkness below is calling to me, trying to drown out the sounds of the innocent past. I can hear it calling my name, creeping up my legs. It’s pulling, trying to get me to let go.

With all my strength I start to pull myself up again. For a single, brilliant moment I think I’m safe again but suddenly the edge crumbles away again and I’m falling headfirst into the dark abyss.

I land at the foot of a path. The sky is falling all around me, destroying the cliff. Memories fell around me and I gathered them into my arms, my own pile of innocence and happiness. I put one foot in front of the other, and the path stretches out before me.

My pile begins to grow heavy and I am forced to leave pieces along the side of the path. I look back and see them shining bright but when I try to turn and recollect them I find myself stuck behind a glass wall, forced to watch from a distance as my memories are forgotten and my innocence crushed.

I reach the end of my path, worn and out of breath. All that remains of my pile are the two pieces I’ve kept in my hands. I get down on my tired knees and drop into the hole in the ground. My weary feet rejoice and my exhausted eyes flutter shut. As my last breath leaves my body what remains of my pile dissolves and flies on the winds of change back to that edge where someone else is hanging from the edge, afraid of what may come next.

A/N: So what do you think??