4-6 years of hard time

    Another really short installment for the interesting life of a toddler. At the age of four I played on a soccer team, had long hair that was amazing and the Tomboy attitude of no showers, which would have been fine if I didn't play soccer and go hunting for wildlife in the mud. A tip for you mothers with a four year old like that, laundry detergent, gallons of the stuff and get fabric in black or brown cause is going to be ruined in a heartbeat. At age five I had friends, listened to rock music and predicted the success and failure rates of bands back in my heyday. Let me tell, not to toot my own horn but I was the master of predictions, some of my friends even called me psychic but I was only psychedelic (which means groovy if I'm not mistaken.) Age six was the last year of my happiness, I had the best friend anyone could ever ask for, she was diabetic so I took on a caring/ motherly role at an very early age just so she could spend the night.

      It never happened but I was always prepared for that one faithful night of the sleep over at my house for once! I practically lived at her house and always reminded her to check her blood and what not even though it made me nausea's because I hate blood, I would have a snack and insulin in hand in case her sugars were too low or high. Her mother always laughed at me but deep down she loved how much I cared for her daughter just like she did, I just wished I could have stopped the day she died from happening. I was supposed to be in the car, I could have stopped her older sister, I should have told my dad to let me go over to her house with them, I should have done everything possible to say goodbye to her before time was up but I didn't because I didn't know. More to come on the devastating loss of my best friend and the fear of growing older.