18

and not much feels different.
except for the fact that i can slowly sense my childhood slipping away.

i remember once when i was very young i cried all night because i didn't want to grow up.
i wanted to stay a toys-r-us kid.
growing up meant responsibility, and no board games, and leaving the fold.

and now i just feel like sitting in my bed like i did when i was 5.

i dont want to have to pay monthly fees at my bank.
i dont want facebook to take away my minor status, so that the world can find me.
i dont want to have to show an i.d. when i ride an airplane.

i want that airplane to float on the clouds because of pure magic, not aerodynamics.
i want to walk into a toystore and play with the groovy girls without people noticing.
i want to be able to go to denny's and get the youngin's discount.
i want to get play-dough kits and polly-pockets wrapped up in pink paper.
i want to go to school and learn about the pioneers, and volcanoes, and catapillars in cocoons.

i want to cuddle into my little cocoon.
snuggled up in front of the tv.
watching recess and one saturday morning,
while eating my bowl of kix[made for kids]