Looking through old files

So this week I have been helping my grandma deep clean her house.

It has been fun, and has afforded me many opportunities to reminisce  on my past, and has lead to some self discovery in a sense.

One particular item uncovered, whilst pouring over boxes full of file folders of childhood school pictures, was a poem by a younger me.

This piece was a writing prompt handed out, in what would have had to be my fourth grade year, by my teacher Mrs. Berry. I recognize her handwriting even now in its curly-cue cursive, spelling out the word "outstanding" across the bottom of the page.

I was amazed when I read it, if not only for the fact that I was 8 when I wrote it. Some things in it still ring true to me to this day, but what really gets me is the level of thought I was at by that point.

**Here is the poem with spelling corrected. Otherwise it is true to form a direct copy.**

I AM

I am a free spirited girl who wants to know everything.

I wonder what's at the far reaches of the universe, but I can only ponder.

I hear the songs of birds that take to the sky with 100 flaps filled with energy.

I see the beautiful blue color of the ocean and wonder what's in its depths.

I want to know all I can about everything.

I am a free spirited girl who wants to know everything.

I pretend everything has a different meaning, and without one thing you can still have another.

I feel as though life is a great adventure and is one that will never end.

I touch the green grass and wonder what makes the grass green.

I worry one day there will be nothing to ponder about, and life will have no meaning.

I cry when there is no purpose for something to happen.

I am a free spirited girl who wants to know everything.

I understand that everything in this world has it's own secret, and i want to know all of them!

I say all I know and all I want to know.

I dream I can do anything I want without even trying.

I try to learn everything I possibly can.

I hope one day I will know everything.

I am a free spirited girl who wants to know everything.

....THE END....

I gotta say it still sums me up pretty well in a bare-bones sort of way, but I didn't realize that I started my [quest]ioning of everything so early, or that I hadn't fully given up on my childhood dreams by now.

I am still this free spirited girl who wants to know everything, so perhaps this means I am not as far gone as I originally thought..

Just a lovely, lovely thought.