- Life was easy when we were five, I often wonder why we can’t just go back to that age again, and it was so much enjoyable than what life is now. There wasn’t much peer pressure when we were that age, maybe the small fights over some child pinching another child’s crayon. Oh how I wish to come back to those days again. Sitting here on my window sill thinking about those good days and how I wish for them to come back to me. No matter how many times I cry and scream those days aren’t coming back to me. I feel like my childhood was snatched away from me, I couldn’t be a child; I couldn’t run around and do what normal kids did. I was looking after my two year old brother, cooking his dinner and breakfast. Constantly receiving unpleasant attacks from my mother. School was my escape route, it was away from everything, where I could be a kid, no one noticed what was hidden behind my wall, I carried on like nothing had happened each and every day...
