Growing Up

This poem is about a child's stages in life.

When I was two,
I clung to you.
When I was three,
I was climbing trees.
When I turned four,
I learned to do chores.
At the age of five,
I did my first dive!
Then when I turned six,
I learned to do tricks.
Now that I’m seven,
I’m up week-ends ‘til eleven.
Now, when I turn eight,
Well…I can hardly wait!

Choctaw Heiress