Even the biggest b***h in the world was a little girl once......a little girl with dreams in her eyes and shampoo that smelled like strawberries. She wished on stars and loved kittens and puppies. She thought ribbons were pretty and loved pink. She thought boys were yucky but secretly thought that little one over there was kinda cute......where did she go?

Which means that if all of us started out the same, why are we all so incredibly different? Where was that moment in time where someone held me that didn't hold you or that someone told you something that no one told me or someone hurt one of us in a way that the other couldn't even contemplate?

All factors of probability in Mathematics tell us there are a billion possible ways a lovely little girl with her Little Mermaid lunchbox and stars in her eyes can turn into a young girl, then finally a woman.

Makes ya think, doesn't it?

We all look at people and say stuff like "Lord Jaysus, Mary and Joseph, I'll be damned if my girl turned out like *her*".

We all do. You have too and you know it.

But who really knows? How easy is it to proclaim such a bald, callous statement?

No parent wants their daughter to become promiscuous, their son to become a wife-beater.

But it still happens, despite the pain, tears, instruction, chiding, love and lessons, it still happens.

That really is a scary thought.

Queen Sana at 9:03 PM