Never-Never Land.
I'm growing up too fast. I want to be a kid again.
Last night, some of our family friends came over, and they have 2 daughters. I was sitting there playing poker with my brother's friends, and my dad and the 2 kids came down. My dad got out one of our foam disk guns, and the older girl kinda trapped her little sister while my dad pummeled her with foam disks at point-blank range. Both of the kids found this hilarious, as did my brother's friends and I. Later, I went upstairs with the adults and the kids and we played a huge game of UNO Attack - an amazing twist on UNO that consists of a machine flinging UNO cards at people. All the adults and I were being extremely animated in order to amuse the kids. Especially my dad. We were just sitting around having such innocent fun. Later, I showed them coin tricks that my dad taught me, and the looks on their faces were precious. They were so shocked and amazed that I could make a coin disappear!
Today, my cousin and his 2 kids came in from Colorado to stay for the night. All I want to do right now is to go down there and fling Slinkys down my stairs with them. But instead, here I am, a sophomore in high school, doing, what else? Homework. Well, okay, procrastinating doing said homework.
Over Christmas, I spent the whole time being adored by all my little cousins, and basically having the time of my life babysitting a million amazing kids. It's so simple for them. When you hurt, you cry. When you're happy, you laugh. And what could be better than getting a Spiderman Action Figure for Christmas? When I was a kid, I would watch Craig get clothes for Christmas while I unwrapped toys. I couldn't comprehend how he could be just as happy with clothes. I had made a promise to myself that I would always want toys more than clothes. I could spend hours playing with my toy ponies, watching Arthur and Wishbone on T.V., flying Lego cars around the house, or just getting a ton of amusement out of annoying my brothers and their friends. And I was happy. I didn't want anything more out of my life. I had so much time to explore and play. I could worry about growing up later.
Well, now I'm 1/2 way done with sophomore year. It IS later, and I DO want something more out of life. I don't have time to play. I worry about growing up. I KNOW how that coin trick works. People have expectations of me, and I have to meet them. When I hurt, I don't let myself cry. When I'm happy, I stifle my laughs if they aren't appropriate. I was glad to get clothes for Christmas. I barely watch T.V.. I cant remember the last time I played with Legos. I boxed up all my toy horses and stuck them in the attic.
Why can't fairy tales be true? All I want to do is fly away with Peter Pan. Is that too much to ask?
Last night, some of our family friends came over, and they have 2 daughters. I was sitting there playing poker with my brother's friends, and my dad and the 2 kids came down. My dad got out one of our foam disk guns, and the older girl kinda trapped her little sister while my dad pummeled her with foam disks at point-blank range. Both of the kids found this hilarious, as did my brother's friends and I. Later, I went upstairs with the adults and the kids and we played a huge game of UNO Attack - an amazing twist on UNO that consists of a machine flinging UNO cards at people. All the adults and I were being extremely animated in order to amuse the kids. Especially my dad. We were just sitting around having such innocent fun. Later, I showed them coin tricks that my dad taught me, and the looks on their faces were precious. They were so shocked and amazed that I could make a coin disappear!
Today, my cousin and his 2 kids came in from Colorado to stay for the night. All I want to do right now is to go down there and fling Slinkys down my stairs with them. But instead, here I am, a sophomore in high school, doing, what else? Homework. Well, okay, procrastinating doing said homework.
Over Christmas, I spent the whole time being adored by all my little cousins, and basically having the time of my life babysitting a million amazing kids. It's so simple for them. When you hurt, you cry. When you're happy, you laugh. And what could be better than getting a Spiderman Action Figure for Christmas? When I was a kid, I would watch Craig get clothes for Christmas while I unwrapped toys. I couldn't comprehend how he could be just as happy with clothes. I had made a promise to myself that I would always want toys more than clothes. I could spend hours playing with my toy ponies, watching Arthur and Wishbone on T.V., flying Lego cars around the house, or just getting a ton of amusement out of annoying my brothers and their friends. And I was happy. I didn't want anything more out of my life. I had so much time to explore and play. I could worry about growing up later.
Well, now I'm 1/2 way done with sophomore year. It IS later, and I DO want something more out of life. I don't have time to play. I worry about growing up. I KNOW how that coin trick works. People have expectations of me, and I have to meet them. When I hurt, I don't let myself cry. When I'm happy, I stifle my laughs if they aren't appropriate. I was glad to get clothes for Christmas. I barely watch T.V.. I cant remember the last time I played with Legos. I boxed up all my toy horses and stuck them in the attic.
Why can't fairy tales be true? All I want to do is fly away with Peter Pan. Is that too much to ask?