playing at adulthood
Childhood as we all know lies to us. The beliefs and dreams that are held dearest then, grow faint and disheartening as we age. In particular the fantasies of adulthood that are believed in as children become further and further from the truth. The security that we have so much faith in that we do not question (those of us who are lucky enough to be afforded illusions anyway) 'that you are eternal, that you are immortal, and that someday you will be THIS person and won't that just rock?'