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 naïve 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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