End of an era...

I feel too young to be sad, too happy to cry and life is too beautiful to be completely paralyzed by the events, but I can't help it. When you arrive at crossroads in your life it's difficult not to stop for a while, reflect on the past or as in my case, take a dive into an ocean of nostalgic memories.
I've arrived to the end of an era. It was not completely unexpected and we have actually astonished ourselves for how long this era has lasted, but still the end was more abrupt than we had imagined. I know we have the backpack, and I'm actually looking forward to using that -but it's not the same. Judging from my parents talk I'll soon be walking -although I feel that my feet are still a bit too shaky to carry me around- and then I won't really need it any more. But still! Nothing will ever replace my dear old kangaroo-bag! I've used it daily since I was around 3 weeks old. It has brought smile to my face more often than any other object in my posession. It has brought me to more places than I would have imagined existed. I've dreamt about it at night and I guess I will for some time on, although it is now parked in the box of things no longer in use. I don't know whether it's me that has become too heavy or my mum too weak (I bet it's that!), but the fact is a fact and nothing to do but to accept it. My mum says it's a good practice, there are some bigger changes planned in our immediate future, such as kindergarten and (hopefully) moving to a new place. It's all part of that growing up thing...but hey, I'm in no hurry!!!