Way Back When

• Cathy Tran, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2007

Climb aboard, you take my hand and we begin our journey.

Where are we headed? That’s up to you.

I am the passenger, you are the guide.

So unfurl that map you’ve tucked away in your heart.

Our destination shall be the dreams you crafted as a child.

Back when fun came first and the consequences…

They were buried away in the chests.

We arrive at the port where soar the high-flying days of youth.

Do you remember? You yearned to grow up.

Watch what you wish for.

Haul anchor. Make haste.

Let’s shove off these shores and sail towards the storm of adolescence.

Laugh, live, love, play. All in quick succession.

You’ve ‘come of age’.

Time to dock. Disembark.

Return to the land of rush.