oh to be young

Being young. Feeling free and capable of anything. Being able to capture every single moment and transport yourself to any world imagined in the blink of an eye. Creating your own wardrobe to Narnia where you become queens and kings with castles and magic.

Being young enough
....... to laugh at peepee and poopoo
....... to cry over a melted popsicle
....... that you'll always be the one in front of the camera not behind it
....... to not know what love is

I wasn't your "typical" child in the worlds eyes. I dreamt of the future, not unicorns or rainbows. More like my future career and where I was going to live with my husband (who I quite often pondered about as well). As much as that seemed logical back in the day, I look back and think to myself, what on earth was I thinking? I should've been jumping in puddles and doorbell ditching like they did in the video. My mind should've been where every other 5 year old's mind was. On cloud 9. I'll say this much: I MISS BEING YOUNG.

Give me a time machine so I can go back. I miss the good days when my day revolved around getting a nap and watching a cartoon. Back when barbies were my best friends and I didn't care how i looked or what I wore. Back when I had the confidence of a thousand monkeys. I could go all day. Back when Cinderella was my hero and the only sad story I knew was Humpty Dumpty. I knew no drama or the feeling of being hurt or depressed; or stressed. What a care free life. What I would give to be that age again. Back when Santa came once a year and left me my favorite gifts. Back when being a child was a gold medal that you wore proudly around your neck.

Growing up is not everyone's fantasy though. In my case, I would've loved to go off to Neverland for the rest of forever. Life gets more and more tough as each birthday comes and goes. Gets less glittery and more.. dull.

If you can take one thing from this pathetic, dragged-on-way-too-long post, take this: being young was no embarrassment. Is no embarrassment. It's now more of a mystical reminiscence. And for as long as you live, promise me that you will never disregard that feeling deep inside of you that yearns to jump into puddles and run across graveyards.