Hello everyone!

Well, I can offer up many excuses as to why I haven’t blogged in a while, the main one being I was avoiding my computer because it needed to be on time out for a while.  He’s been a bad apple.  But, I have gotten over my bitterness and I’m back.  But because I was gone for so long, I feel like I need to bring a gift from the art museum…so here it is…..

Sometimes I want to be a kid again.  Its the only time of life where you’re encouraged to imagine anything you possibly can.  And its not weird to have an imaginary friend or carry around a security blanket. Frying ants outside on the pavement is considered socially acceptable.  And you’re allowed to eat dinner in the forts you spent all day making. And your basis for “cool” is what kid brings in better fruit snacks for lunch. And sleeping was easy.  And the biggest care in the world was how you were going to possibly clean your room AND compete in the neighborhood roller blading competition at the same time.  And cooties and snipes were alive and freaky.  And sneaking away to eat a whole bar of candy only made you sick, and not fat.  And cartoons were still awesome. And you still believed in dragons and fairytales, and princesses locked up in castles and knights who were actually woman disguised as men. And every night you wondered what it would be like to be “grown up”.

You know the time I am talking about: the time right before someone told us that imaginations and innocence made you weird. The time right before we somehow stopped believing in fairytales.  Right before the first person told us to stop thinking about what it would be like to grow up and actually grow up.  Sometimes I think that I was most “me” when I was 10.  Because no one told me to be anybody different.  Nobody did it on purpose though. Nobody said “I dont want her to be a child anymore.” Or maybe they did say that…I dunno. All I know is that innocence is not overated. And imaginations are everything. And fruit snacks are still cool.  And sometimes I wish I was allowed to have an imaginary friend…or maybe all along I was hanging out with my angel…why not? It could happen.  And I still make forts…because there is something cool about being able to create your own world.

I think inside, everyone just wants to be 10 again.  Or maybe 5.  Or maybe you made it til you were 13.  Jesus said “Be like a child.”  I am not saying that we all need to become immature again. I think we just need to remember what it was like to believe that anything was possible and people who told us we couldn’t do something were just “meanie heads”.

Thats what I am learning right now.  People who try to discourage you are “meanie heads”. Lets go back to the time when fairytales existed and we believed that we could change the world when we grew up….and lets actually do it.  These are the days we always dreamed of.  Lets not let down the kid we were 15 years ago….

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