Losing my Old Self The transition from childhood

As a junior at a college preparatory school, I am coming to terms with the fact that everything is about to change. In a couple years, I will enter a completely new chapter of my life on my own without my parents, friends, or any of my current support system. As I reflect on the changes that I will soon face, I in turn reflect on the evolution of my life up to my current age of seventeen years. Somewhere along the way, I grew to enjoy different things, I lost part of my innocence, and I became more independent. Somehow, the once thrilling prospects of my life, like learning at a higher level, staying out late, and driving, have become regular. Through my photography, I seek to study this transition, come to terms with it, and make sense of it.

As I study late into the night, my mind insubordinately wanders. I tax myself with impossible questions about my past and future. I consider my weekend plans or the lack thereof.

In middle school, I loved to play with Pokemon cards. Sometimes, I pull them out of the drawer and reminisce.

When I was younger I used to love to climb trees. I would go so high that my parents would beg me to come down. Eventually, I would. I used to climb this tree every day waiting for my mom to pick me up from school. Now I would rather photograph or socialize instead of climbing.

I drove to Coppell today to visit old friends. I let my thoughts drift was I sped down the freeway in my car, an instrument of freedom that is now so easy for me to take for granted. What other foreign and exciting facets of my life will become unremarkable parts of my daily routine as time goes on?

I stand inside childhood house and make my way to my old room. It has been converted to a guest bedroom, but feels forever haunted by a childish, playful spirit. Moving from Coppell, a suburb half an hour’s drive away, was a huge transition in my life. A couple years ago, I watched my old neighborhood shrink away out of the back window.

I contemplate which universities I will apply to. Where will I be happiest? Up to now, everything in my life has just fallen into place. I have luck and my parents to thank for that. My mom, more so than my dad, is already dreading the day that I leave. She anxiously, lovingly watches as I struggle to take the reigns of my own life path.

My hobbies, friends, and routines have changed overtime, and I'm sure I will continue to evolve through all of the different stages of my life. Some day, I will visit my current house and remember what it was like to be a teenager in North Dallas, but right now, I concentrate on the way adolescence has morphed me into the person I am today.

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