Growing Up

“Too many people grow up. That’s the real trouble with the world, too many people grow up. They forget. They don’t remember what it’s like to be 12 years old. They patronize, they treat children as inferiors. Well, I won’t do that.” – Walt Disney 

Legal adult. It’s an intimidating term, I’ll admit, colored in bills and painted up responsibly. Yet I’ve got a plan, you see, a brilliant design for finding wonder in the everydays of tomorrow. In my pocket I’ll always keep a perfect piece of my childhood self. I’ll pull her out on a rainy day when grown-up troubles threaten to drown me, and I feel myself slipping in the high-tides. In my pocket, there she’ll be; safe and dry, a sweet escape.

Joan Didion once wrote:

“I think we are well advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be, whether we find them attractive company or not. Otherwise they turn up unannounced and surprise us, come hammering on the mind’s door at 4 a.m. of a bad night and demand to know who deserted them, who betrayed them, who is going to make amends.” 

As I cross over the threshold of adulthood, I carry with me the 20 different Laura’s of years past, for it seems to me I’ve evolved into a different person with each birthday. Some I love and others I hate; but I intend to keep on nodding terms with them, all of them. The good, the bad, and the ugly. I owe it to them after all. These years who have shaped my past surely deserve a say in my present. After all, they each have their gifts to bring.

“When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can. The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind.” ― Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind

To some, I’ve already grown up. Well, I say I’m still growing. I hope to stay a princess, a superhero, an adventurer and a dreamer; I hope to love BSB and Disney all the days of my life; I hope, above all, to keep the heart of a child. So although “adult” may be tattooed on my name, there must have been a mistake. As for growing up? Well, I won’t do that.

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