Never going to Neverland

I want my crack at the world

I know I will get it, but I want it now

I want my shot to do something great

I want to grow up

I'm tired of being a kid

I want to create myself

I want respect

Softball Game

"How great would it be if I started yelling at the ump" we all laughed. It was funny because the girls playing were only ten years old. "I mean it would be hilarious, next game I am gunu do it and you will record it. Man that would go viral on youtube." We kept laughing. We didn't laugh too hard though, he had been ejected from two little league games. Those boys were twelve, and they were boys. He couldn't yell at a soft ball game, it was absurd so we laughed.

After my brothers laughter subsided he added his commentary.

"Thats such a childish thought" his sentence trailed of with a nervous laugh "I mean who thinks of that" Again we laughed. I chuckled at this. I like it when he makes funny comments. But again I didn't think it was too funny.

It was all a joke. Of course he wouldn't yell at a softball game. My mind wandered as I watched my sister swing the bat. I remembered the embarrassment I had felt when he had been ejected from my brothers game.

"Man, your dads a bad ass" The kid I was sitting with laughed. He was trying to make the situation less awkward. I laughed with him. I smiled to cover the shame. It was a horrible day. I hardly remember it.

My sister struck out and we shifted the subject to the weather.

"Man thats some crazy fog coming in"

The fog swept down from the sky. It was a brisk night and the fog made me feel claustrophobic.