I remember how simple life was growing up. Even my parents, aunts and granparents lived the simple life. I envied how simple it was. As I grew older the world was changing and suddenly it seems as if the simple life is only a memory.

The choices we make in our lives if they are for the better, the worse or what you only could make at that time. hat are difficult. We all make choices not for what what makes us happy but the ones we care for. I know I have made choices in my life for my child rather than me and I sit back and say "why do things seem so complicated"?

I know that one day my life will be simple-it may not be now but my time will come and I hope that I can live that simple life with someone who wants it to be the same as I do.