Thursday, January 13, 2011

Once upon a time...


There was a little girl who wanted nothing more than to be grown up.

Well, this little girl, like all other little girls and boys, got this one wish. Once she did though, she didn't want it so much. Such is often the case with wishes. She realized that all of the freedom she had thought she would get when she finally became a grown up came with a caveat: she had to take responsibility. For everything. No one told her what to do any more, so she had to make every decision. She was the only one at fault. And along with this realization came another: being a grown up might look easy to a kid, but life is complicated. While this complexity is good, and is one of the things that makes it life, it can also be trying.

Sometimes she wished she could go back to a time when her biggest concern was the fact that she was terrified of the monkey bars.

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