SO apparently I'm only, like, 12 years old. At least, according to some of my tastes and interests. And it's totally ok, because I have other really great grown-up features that more than compensate for this: like my taste for poetry, Russian literature, espresso, debating, going to sleep late and getting up early. Or my need to try to act like a mom and say stuff like "Drive carefully!" (because going 80 in a residential area was totally in the offing), or "Seriously, it was like a pigsty" (I don't even know what that means), or "I'm appalled" (I actually just like saying that word, as mommyish as it sounds).
But I digress. Deep down inside, there's a part of me that refuses to abandon those little buried treasures of childhood that really shouldn't just be for childhood. Like being 19 and still wearing duck-shaped bubble necklaces. Why? Because it's so much FUN!
I mean, let's be real. I listen to Justin Bieber. (I'm not even going to bother defending myself on that one.) And I may or may not own a giant Toy Story 3 poster with matching socks, accessories, and kitchenware. (I will never tell.) I also still happen to like Sesame Street. (The humor is totally not for kids anyway.) I still collect stuffed animals...and I may or may not have created a Facebook page for one of them. (I'm not telling for that one, either.) Oh and by the way...classic Disney movies? Better than anything else in the theaters these days. I dare you--no--I defy you to find a 90 minute movie more epic than The Lion King.
I honestly have no idea what Justin Bieber and the Lion King have to do with each other, so at this point I'm just taking that as a sign to stop and go back to the grown up world of homework and Anna Karenina.
But you better believe you'll still see me blowing bubbles in any random place I find. :)
Moral of the Story: "How strange it is that when I was a child I tried to be like a grown-up, yet as soon as I ceased to be a child, I often longed to be like one." --Leo Tolstoy, Childhood
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