death of a naturalist

This poem is about growing up and nature.

When i was a child i had halloween partys ever year and one year of what i can remeber my dad had a bucket with lots of maggets in with money inside too, and you had to put your hand in to find the money, and now i would never touch maggets. i also used to jump in puddles and get wet, put now i wouldnt because i wasnt bothered about getting wet when i was younger but now i am.
This shows that i would do anything when i was younger but not anymore.

My name is katie and i am 16. I go to The Hermitage school and im in my last year. When i was younger i used to love going out with my friends and going dancing with my sister.