Past, Present, and Future

On August 12, 1999, Bonnie and Mike Doyle welcomed a new baby girl into their family. This daughter, named Molly Jean Doyle, grew up in Modesto, California, with two sisters Elizabeth and Emily. They were ten years older than Molly, but delighted to have a new little sister to dress up and play with. Over the years, Molly became a neighborhood favorite, and melted the hearts of everyone she met. Her curly golden locks and bright blue eyes created the perfect, picturesque, gerber-baby look. Now I'm aware that I'm talking in third-person and might sound quite conceited, but I was a heartbreaker. However over the years, the cute, little, innocent, girl faded away. Maybe a thing called life came down from the sky and took her little mind for himself and left a torn-up teenager. The events we overcome shape us in every way. Those who lost a loved one may have stronger feelings for others than someone who hasn't. The way we carry ourselves in certain situations can develop an image for others to see. The image however, is not set in stone. If you mess up, fix it. There's nothing wrong with taking a step back and starting over. The things we do in our past do not hang on our shoulders and weave themselves into our reputation. If you want to change something, change it. Mistakes we make then, shouldn't hurt us now. Pick yourself up and carry on. Over the few short years I've lived, I've experienced situations that tested me mentally and physically. Advice from friends and family helped me view these situations as life lessons, rather than dramatic events. The more you know, the better you'll be. Breakups, fights, and ignorance can all provide important life lessons that everyone needs to learn from. Our teenage years are meant for mistakes and improvements. It's the time to experiment and explore. Curiosity can take control. I think this is the reason the sweet little Molly from 2002 is not gone, just matured. My opinions and views on the world have grown. Priorities have changed. My personal experiences have shaped my world, and yet I'm thankful for that everyday. I feel bad for kids that are held on a short leash their whole life, and for those who never get to learn and grow for themselves, because that is how we change mentally and physically. Personal development cannot be learned in the classroom, but in the outside world. It cannot be engraved into the mind from parents or instructors. It is learned solely from mistakes that we fix ourselves. I say goodbye to the little Molly, but welcome the new matured version with open arms.