...hanged, and I have too. Ive grown my hair
out and changed my clothes. Im not a little girl anymore. Im
sixteen years old. Barts eighteen and has done a complete 360 in
regards to studies and his behavior. So hes still a bit sassy.
But hes grown up a lot. Hes got himself a girlfriend, a car,
and plans to become a police officer. Imagine, Bart Simpson, a
protecter of law and order. Its a far cry from the anarchistic
Bart of the old days. And my dad, Homer, whos got a new job after
the death of his old boss, Montgomery Burns, another change. My mom,
who plans to run a small bakery in Capital City. And Maggie, nine
years old, who cant wait to attend her new elementary school.We may not respond to
it well, but human beings need change. Its what keeps us going.
We always need something to do, something to look forward to, and
something to complain about and fear. Its just how we are. I may
not like it that were moving to a new city. I may not like it
that Bart will be leaving us soon and off to begin his life. I may
not like it that Ill soon join him in that venture. I may simply
sit and reminisce about the past, when Bart was ten, I was eight,
Maggie was one, and my dad worked at the Springfield Nuclear Power
Plant, but truth be told, I would have been bored with it were time
simply to freeze at that moment in our lives. I, like everyone else,
need change.Springfields quite
a different place now. Its become bigger, more of a city than the
small town we used to live in. Th...