Max tires quickly of being king of where the wild things are. If only more people were like this - oh, the trouble they could spare themselves. To want to return home after feeling lonely in this world of parties and "wild rumpus's" - to return where someone loves best of all.
I was talking to my mother yesterday about certain school issues and she reminded me of my 7th grade best friend, Kendra, who started visiting her own land of wild things. She would walk, everyday, to the little fast food joint beside the middle school. I was supposed to walk to the YMCA for our swim team practice, but one day I had time to kill, so I walked with her. I was shocked at what I found and in my too naive 13-year-old innocence, I just couldn't believe my eyes! My friend and her "new," much wilder, friends, gathered in that parking lot to smoke cigarettes. I was astonished and so sad. We had spent holiays together; my mother loved her like one of her own; she was like a sister I had never had. And here she was...smoking! I told her how I felt - "Kendra, I think you're hanging out with the wrong kinds of people. The new friends are not good for you; they're leading you down a wrong path." I chose to not stop there with her again and our friendship was torn apart. But, now I wonder why. Why did I have enough sense that this was not something for me. My brothers would have stayed - probably would have found a way to provide for their bad habits. I wish I knew what makes one person say "Okay, why now?" and another say "No way!" so that I could better protect and prepare my own children to not linger too long in the land where the Wild Things Are.
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