As a child, I grew up with a skewed perspective of evil and good. Punished severely for the bad and barely praised for the good, it was expected of me. And for a very long time I hung in the balance. Until I couldn’t anymore and my childhood got wrinkled.

I grew, and gained enough freedom to make choices about how my life went. Atop that, war with the old folks still lingered. I had grown, and I picked up friends I liked. I slipped into a few vices, and my youth got wrinkled.

I’m probably gonna grow to a ripe old age. Sitting on my porch, smoking my cigar, and reminiscing the good times. We smile as we finally realize; Our wrinkles made us who we are.