earliest memory

I was five or six and I was outside playing with my younger sister. Oh, we used to have the most fun ever. This was when we lived in Rochester. I miss that house. It was so lovely, especially our backyard. I lived on six acres. My backyard had three giant apple trees, a giant pear tree, and tons of grapes. I loved those grapes. The grapes covered this circular wood frame that was like a fort. So, while my sister and I were playing in the field, with tall, green grass, it began to rain. My sister and I rushed to the grapes and hid in our grape "house". It rained for at least an hour. My sister and I didn't usually play house. We liked to pretend we were living in the stone ages. That was our favorite game. The grapes were our cave. When we were playing the grapes were our food and, the leaves and grass were our beds. To make our beds we went out into the field, the rain had stopped by now, and grabbed as much grass as out tiny hands could get. We would crawl back into our "cave" and lay the grass down so that it was in a rectangular shape. When there was enough grass for one large bed we started to pick the leaves from the grape vines and lay them on top of the grass, sort of like a bed sheet. I suppose that isn't really like the stone ages but, to us it was. We were young, we didn't really know much then. After we made our beds we would pick the grapes and eat our dinner. The game usually stopped there because we'd get bored. We probably ran back into the house then, or maybe we checked on the pigs to see if the rain hadn't bothered them to much.

Looking back on that memory reminds me of how much fun it was being a child. You didn't have anything to worry about. I wish I could go back to that. Starting highschool has given me many worries and responsibilites. I have to worry about every grade I recieve and that can be very frustrating. I am really interested in getting into a great college, that also worries me. Everything counts now. Don't you just wish you could go back in time and be a worry free child again? I'll never understand why so many teenagers want to grow up so fast. Maybe being a teenager is just that bad. I won't know until I am fully grown, will I?