A very wise man I know defines being an adult as "the time when you can stay up as late as you want, but all you really want to do is go to sleep." I could not agree more. Sadly, I reached that point a couple years ago. How lame. When I was little, I wanted to be grown up. But now that I am, I wish I were little. A most amusing paradox. Ick. There was a time when I would wear my hair in pigtails, spin around in the sunshine, read 'The Saddle Club' and 'American Girl,' have tea parties, play dress up, etc. I usually feel nostalgic in the summertime. Summer, during one's childhood, holds the promise of freedom and adventure. I miss it. I miss going to sleep at 8:00 while it's still light outside. I miss popcicles on the front porch after an exhausting session of playing in the sprinkler. I miss having my mom fix my hair in the morning. I miss the not caring; the lack of responsibility. I miss the ease of communication. None of this beating about the bush, so to speak. Children are honest, often brutaly so. "I'm not inviting you to my birthday party." "You're a crybaby." I miss dealing with the simpler conflicts of childhood. Nowadays, problems just seem so...big. I'm certain back then it seemed like the world was coming to an end. Looking back, I guess it doesn't really matter that So-and-so didn't invite me to their birthday party, or if What's-his-name made fun of me on the playground. Back then, all it took to fix something was a good cry, and Mom telling me it would be ok. She was right. It was ok. So, how do I fix things now? I've heard there are good things about growing up. I guess I just haven't gotten to them yet. Oh well. I have had alot of practice at waiting. ^_^ ~Andrea~ | 
