Somehow I thought by the time I reached the age I am now, I would not only feel like an adult but I’d act like one too. At this point though, it’s probably hopeless. I’m certain I’m always going to be a child. It’s not that I have tantrums or anything like that, but I’d much be playing than working. I’m distracted easily and I dream a lot.Wouldn’t it be nice if we had a hundred years or so of childhood? (Without the restrictions obviously). If we had more time to ripen, maybe more of us would engage in the serious business of really growing up.
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You and me both, kid. I don't want to ever grow up...and chances are I'm not going to.
Let's both go skipping when I come up and visit sometime. Whaddya say?
Susan! don't be silly!
I thought that *was* adult behavior. Haha! xoxo
I asked my mom once, maybe 10 years ago, when she felt like she was a "real grown up". She told me then, that she still doesn't feel grown up -- that she was still a girl. She's in her late 60's now, and I bet she'd say the same thing. I remember in high school -- some people seemed so grown up -- I had friends who talked endlessly about careers, and money, money, money. I used to worry about growning up -- when I would feel like I made it. But only recently, my tv has graduated from sitting on a cardboard box on the floor. Some things just aren't important. Enjoying life is.
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