Puberty

I was just thinking about Christmas. Every Christmas I get to see my family. I'm just wondering if this Christmas my little cousins will look all funny and awkward, with deep voices, peach fuzz on their chins, standing a little bit taller, and a hint of an adam's apple. That's so weird. Its weird to watch kids grow up. Especially kids that used to walk around in Power Rangers footsies and that used to play with that robot that played tapes...and wanted that tape recorder from Home Alone. It scares me. Scares me a lot. Its like, don't. Don't grow up. I don't like seeing it. Its creepy. To see them become the guys and ladies that I see around school and not the boys and girls that I used to pick up when I got off early. I wonder what mothers think. Do they like seeing this? I know my grandma gets this big grin on her face and says, "Wow..." with a knowing look; like we did something wrong and she knows about it. Its the magic of life I guess. We get fucked up, unhappy, stressed out, and every Christmas, we get less and less presents. Puberty never ceases to amaze me. I wonder if my little cousins will come back as strangers to me. I wonder if time will hold on a bit longer while I remember...