As I walked home from Sarah Lawrence, with my head facing the ground and my feet skidding along the concrete with weariness, I passed by a little girl on a bike in the middle of the sidewalk. She was sucking on something colorful, a gogurt or an ice.
I was looking at the gogurt and trying to decide what it was, but she mistook me for looking at her. So she waved and said hello. I tried to find who she was addressing, but it was me. She was looking at my eyes and waited patiently for me to say hello back. I did and she stuck her gogurt in her mouth and petaled away.
All I could think about the rest of the way home was how special children are and how people who worship Peter Pan often worship him for the wrong reasons. The perpetual child is not one who has no cares or worries in the world, they are one who is not inhibited by fear. Those who want to be Peter Pan are often afraid of growing up. If you were truly to be his shadow, you would realize how complicated it truly is.
You must keep the spirit of childhood alive within you while simultaneously allowing yourself to grow. It becomes more and more delicate as you grow older, but it's worth remembering and considering. At least I think so.
I have an idea for you to write about. My desire to regress and go back to kindergarten so I finger paint, take naps and have recess...oh,yea, and snack time too! You can make me rich, either in the story or when you get rich. And I don't want it to be a senior center!
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