21 November 2010

275. All children, except one, grow up

Unfortunately, I am not Peter Pan, as much as I try and fight it. I am growing up, slowly but surely. I have to pay bills, fill out tax forms, and get a job (not necessarily in that order). The farther I get from being a care-free, wind in the willows, kind of kid, the more I miss it. Thank goodness for carousels, they make me feel like I`m six again (although I never particularly enjoyed them, actually...).

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