Never Grow Up

I always seem to pick the most inopportune times to go places. Such as deciding to go to the beach when it's cloudy, windy, and cold. In any case, I still had fun being all by my lonesome. I'm generally pretty okay with being alone, but I'd always rather have the boy along with me. Oh, well. What can you do?

I've just begun reading Peter Pan and I have to say I'm really liking it. As a kid I of course saw the Disney movie multiple times, but still, nothing beats reading the book. Some of the things that Peter says are just so poetic and lovely. Lovely thoughts. I especially like the idea of staying young forever, as horrible as that probably sounds. I don't want to grow up. Sure, I want to live on my own. Have a family (No worries, Mama. In the very distant future.). Do adult-like things. But grow up? Never. There's a certain wonderfulness in having a childlike love of the world. Of being hopelessly optimistic. I wish to remain young-like forever, even when I'm old and grey.