I want to be careless like an innocent child again.
Lopsided pigtails hanging down, mismatched clothes; I never frowned.
Parents kept me safe in their warm embrace.
Monsters under my bed--my only fear,
but now I know they’re real.
Not big, hairy, purple, demons;
Simply corrupt minds of
vicious evil humans.
"I wrote down the numbers 10, 9, 8... and started reminiscing on when I was younger and words just started flowing." - Alisa Pursley, 11th grade, Regina High School.