The time I realized I was growing up was when I started having showers instead of baths.

When my music taste evolved from just Taylor Swift.

When I got my first phone and was connected to everything at my fingertips. 

Oh how I reminisce on that careless childhood with no responsibilities. 

With no connections to the world outside my small town. 

It’s a bittersweet feeling. 

On one hand I’m jealous of that little girl who played outside and spent her time watching tv, but also I love how much I’ve changed.

I’m finally making my own decisions, although it might be hard sometimes. 

So if I could tell younger me one thing, out of anything else…I would tell her to embrace the change, and not to fear it.