I was accustomed to the waiting area of the clinic. It was my fifth visit. However, I could see a little girl nervously looking around. Her mother was holding her hand, giving her the courage to remain seated. Courage was indeed required when you are a little kid and you hear screaming coming from the room next door. The doctor had taken no efforts to soundproof his operating theatre. We could all hear the drill whirring and the patients screaming. Everyone knew what was going to happen once we went inside.
My tent was surrounded by other tents, all occupied by teens like me. Well, not like me, but teens. The only similarity I shared with all those knuckleheads other than age group, was the purpose of the camp out. We had been blocking our places for the concert that was going to take place in a few hours. I had to bear the incessant giggling, loud laughter and drunken slurs all through the night. I hated teenagers who got drunk and caused a nuisance to others. However, it would all have been worth for the teen idol’s performance, who also happened to be my crush.
Who knew even he would turn up like all the other teens here? Completely drunk and highly vexatious…
Has this road become longer, or have I become slower?
Definitely the latter. I really have become old.Look at me, can’t even manage to walk without my cane. I see the road is covered with petals from the tree. The same tree that only a few months ago, stood barren and cold in the winter. If only all us humans had that ability to shed our old skin and look young all over again. Well, I can’t speak for all the humans. But, I’m lucky I discovered the fountain of youth.