When you're young, you're meant to smile.
You're meant to laugh, dance, giggle, play, joke, love, and ask.
Your childhood is supposed to be filled with embrace.
It's supposed to be that small amount of time in your life when you are allowed to be free.
Where you can tug at your mother's side and ask why the girl's hair is blue, or why the sun can't set more than once a day, or why the shells in the sea can play all day and night but you had to leave by 3?
Why do you worry so much about mon