I once heard a saying "a child's tears are the worst tears of all." Being quite young when I heard this I didn't know the principle of the meaning. It raced in my head but I could not grasp it. I know it now. I now believe it was that event that tragic happened to me that finally made me realize what the saying means. The event it changed me made me grow made me anew. To be fully grown I believe you have to suffer at least at one point in your life. There is no other words to put it in but it sucks to be hurt. We all know that but the pain you fill makes you stronger and it makes you cherish your surroundings more then you would normally.

The event that changed me was when I lost a loved one. Not just any loved one though, my best friend. When we or at least when I think of a loved one I immediately presume it's a person. If you stop and think about I doesn't necessarily have to be a person. My loved is evidently not a person but a rabbit. His name was Chompers Boo Godzilla. Keep in mind I named him when I was about five years of age.

Chompers got his name because he chewed on everything he could get his furry feet on his favorite was wires. Now you may think you already know the ending of the story he was chewing on wires and got electrocuted and died. Alas no, that is not what happened it was worse.

It all happened one windy night, we had put Chompers out side in a cage because my mom didn't want the house to smell all the time after about six years of it. We got him a top notch cage but it still couldn't hold against the disastrous wind. The next day the cage was toppled but were was the bunny? Again Chompers was lucky he did not die he was simply in the yard chewing on grass.

My mom did the best job she could fixing the cage and in went the bunny yet again. Sadly about a week or two after that Champers's luck ran out. You can imagine my surprise coming out of the hose to put the trash cans up. Walking to the back yard the blue recyclable trash can trailing behind me I found. Frozen with fear I stopped the trash can falling with a bang behind me. There lay Chompers Boo Godzilla. He wasn't mauled or bleeding he just lay there as if he were sleeping on his side like I saw him do so many times before but something was different this time.

I fell to my knees then staring down at him. I didn't cry at first I just sat there lost. Then it seemed all at once a new realization washed over me. My best friend was gone. I've never cried that much since. I can remember vividly as I called my mother tears streaming down my face my voice slurred. What happened after that doesn't matter nor can I remember. I'll I know is at that moment I grew not in height but in wisdom. I had finally figured out the saying that puzzled me what seemed so long ago. I wont tell you what in my opinion it means. You have to figure that for your self. All I can tell you its more of a fact then a saying. A child's tears are the worst tears of all.

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