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Everyone thought I was perfect,

But there is more than the eye can see,

Despite the childish and bad habits,

Temper tantrums,

And the occational crying and whining,

I was far from perfect.



I always loved bugs,

Dirt,

Snakes,

And just plain getting dirty!

Hated to wear dresses,

But loved Barbie dolls,

I was a cross between a boy and a girl,

Boy characteristics,

Yet, a girly outside,

I guess you could call me a tomboy,

But my mother would defiantly disagree,

But she couldn’t deny that,

I loved,

To get dirty,



I Started soccer when I was 6,

Been with it ever since,

I hated to wear dresses, yet, I hated jeans,

I was scrawny,

Short,

And a big head,

With massive hair coming out of both sides of my head,

Like 2 fury animal tails,

Which my mother called “pig tails” anyway,

I was a rebel in preschool..loved to push kids around,

Yet, I was a good girl through out elementary school to today.



As I grew up I changed,

Not sure how,

But it is kind of like an internal feeling,

I was a flower,

Blooming,

Into a young woman,

Everything around me felt better,

I had twice as many friends as I had last year,



But all I know is,

The future holds,

Something great for me