Today, I saw these children on the bus. It was a little boy of about three or four, and his five year old sister. They were so cute, laughing, playing games, getting hugs and kisses from thier mother and from each other. They were so...happy. As I saw them, I couldn't help but notice...I was like that once. Innocent of the horrors of the world, happy, surrounded by love and sunshine. I could not imagine what it would be like to be like that again, but I KNOW I was like that once. Theres proof. How did I go from that to what I am now? I never thought it would end up this way. In my wildest dreams I couldn't have imagined it, ever. My life was never great...but it wasn't this bad. It was NEVER this bad. I never thought it would get this bad. I don't know how it got so bad...and now, its the only thing that I have. My life started alright. The ending is terrible...but it started alright. What went so wrong? I was jealous of those children, but I couldn't help but wonder...will they stay this way? In this world, I can not see how. They have no idea what the future holds. They have no idea who they will become. There is a chance, but its mostly inevitable; they will become torn from the world they know, the world of happiness and be put in the worst places. And will they (they most likely will) be sitting on a bus one day, staring at children, thinking the same thoughts as me?