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As I step off the transit bus into adulthood I find myself leaving my childhood forever, and I know there is something wrong.
My childhood may be gone but the 7 year old that I was never left.
Society makes me feel that I am alone, a child among adults.
But it is the child that I was that makes me the person I am.
I hear friends talking of marriage, and their dream home in upstate New York.
The whole while I’m mentally mapping the treehouse of my dreams, complete with giant ball pit, movie screen, and furniture made of Legos.
I acknowledge peoples worries about their places getting robbed or having homeowners insurance.,
But I’m only worried that my treehouse might not be ninja and raptor proof, and that spies might try to steal my rocket ship.
My female friends talk of taking self defense classes and how many cans of mace they carry around.
I laugh because I know kung fu from watching old Chinese movies, and mimicking Batman fight the bad guys on Saturday mornings
As my colleague discuss the environmental benefit of hybrid cars,
I think of vehicles powered by baking soda and vinegar, and wonder who would clean up the ooze they would leave in the streets.
I rate restaurants by the availability of ice cream and cake while those I dine with bicker over the quality of the alcohol and fish selection.
The people around me all speak of the jobs they are striving towards, Lawyers, Doctors, Chemists
I’m still wondering if I will ever find that sweet gig as a taste tester at a candy factory.
I have no issues with walking around barefoot,
whist the rest of the world is paying 45 bucks for shoes made out of old jeans and used tires,
because it’s the fashionable thing to do.
I laugh at farts and burps and dance whenever I hear music,
if that’s not acceptable in this grownup world then I wont grow up.
I’ll exile myself to some Neverland, following in my hero Peter Pan’s footsteps
I’ll become a lost boy, and make my own path through the urban jungle.
I know I’m not alone in my feelings, but I seem to be the only one with the guts to speak them.
So rise up my fellow children, embrace world as your playground.
And build your couch forts and wear a cape, remember who you are, and more importantly who you were. Because it is the child within us that knows what we really want. And usually what we really need.
P.S. I still sleep with a golf bag of toys at the foot of my bed, it contains a baseball bat, a hockey stick, a toy lightsaber, a 9-iron, and a japanese wooden sword, just in case i have to go Casey Jones on some foot clan crazies
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