When I was a year old,
I was a confused human,
Everything was new,
So much to learn.
When I heard mommy's voice,
I opened my eyes,
Only to be blinded,
By the bright lights above.
I tried to move,
So badly did I want,
To touch that little pea,
On the floor,
Five feet away.
At first I couldn't crawl,
So I laid on my back all day,
Colors, faces, noises,
It was all amazing to me.
Finally I got bored of them,
So I decided to move,
Crawl was what I did,
Crawl to the little pea.
Little pea - it must've been the five or so months,
Or maybe longer,
I cannot recall,
For that was before my time.
I grab it but it falls from my clutches,
I grab it again;
This time, tighter,
I lift it up close to my mouth,
Taste it - that's what I do.
It tastes like nothing I've ever had before,
New, yet nasty,
Once in my mouth,
I don't know what to do with it.
I cough and I cough,
It feels so uncomfortable and foreign,
I cry and I cry,
Daddy comes over and checks on me.
He shouts a string of words,
I cannot catch what they are,
Next thing I know,
My mom's face over me.
They open my mouth,
They prod around inside,
They hit on gold,
The pea! They've found the pea!
They hold it in front of their faces,
It must have had a mystical power,
For in those few seconds,
Their faces went through a few expressions.
Now that I'm older,
I think that it must've been:
Shock, Disgust, Relief and Disgust.
Yes, I think that's what it was.
The days seemed to get shorter after that,
An inch or maybe two,
I was bathed in new information,
Day in, Day out.
As soon as I could walk,
I ran.
As soon as I could talk,
I threw a fit.
Those years after that first year?
They were full of mischief,
Full of chaos.
Proof?
I was given the nickname Loki;
The God of Mischief.
When I was still quite young,
I never thought about the future,
I never thought about food.
However,
I did think about games, candy and fun.
In the eyes of a child,
I am an adult -
The other kind,
The one from another planet.
In the eyes of a child,
I am not a teenager,
I am not like them,
I am bigger,
Perhaps a giant even.
In the eyes of a child,
My life is no fun,
Because I go to school,
Because I don't play games,
Because I don't watch T.V.
In the eyes of a child,
They wouldn't want to be me,
They wouldn't want to grow up,
Because why?
There's no reason to,
When you're in your parent's embrace,
When you're in a haven,
Of love, of comfort, of fun.