����������� August. The evening�s humid air clogs one�s nose like a cork, and makes you sweat with every breath.� Chatter fills the air.� Splashing from the pool.� The dank, disgusting taste of the air.� The sharp, lulling noise of the radio, piercing the air like knives every time the reception is lost, and healing it with every beat of music.� The smell of soda and citronella candles.� The sun is setting, shadows are growing longer, and mosquitoes are starting to fill the air in clouds, their poison-dart mouths eagerly seeking a victim. Then there is a new light.� It is small and dim, yet easily recognized.� The hour is at hand. Fifteen tiny flames line the edges of a chocolate and vanilla ice cream cake. � All eyes are drawn to this cake, and to the short kid who sits by it. ����������� But he is no longer a short kid. ����������� He is a short man. He draws a deep breath, filling his lungs with the moist, dank air of that August night.� Expels this air, killing the flames, and with them, his youth. ����������� Fifteen years. ����������������������� Half of thirty.� One third of forty-five.� One sixth of ninety. One year to the steering wheel, three to college, six to total and complete independence. No longer is he a child, full of dreams and fantasies. He is an adult, with a tight grip on truth of reality, with his eyes on the future, and the past gone forever. I stood there, still a na�ve thirteen-year old, reflecting on his journey, and mine.� High school is near.� The glee and detachment of elementary school is gone. The borderline seriousness of middle school, too. � The biggest four years of our lives is ahead, where ambitions will be realized, choices will be made, and hearts will be broken. ����������� Childhood is dead. What has been born of this death is something greater, full of anticipation and potential. Our lives.
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