Four years ago seems so far away,
Out of reach but close enough to see.
Countless decisions made to haunt,
Growth and learning inevitable.
Questions bloom but sit quietly,
Like tea forgotten on the coffee table.
Strange to see the shift in power,
Great and awful minds released.
The real world often feels pretend,
I remember all the excitement.
The bets and stashes of paper,
Embellished with my dreams.
Funny how the world can change us,
A secret metamorphosis.
Much can happen between,
Nine and thirteen.
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