And then I don't know what happened.
I read books like Jane Eyre and Uncle Tom's Cabin in fourth grade, I stayed home Saturday nights knitting and scrapbooking in Middle School, I took too much awareness of important issues. These are all very good things, but they robbed me of a couple of years.
And I am tired of being grown up.
Especially because in one more year, I will be an official grown up. I will be forced to grow up. And I don't accept that.
I want to roll around in the leaves, I want to eat ice cream 'till my brain meets Manny and Cid, I want to giggle at poop jokes, I want to imagine things. I want waste hours trying to paint within the lines and not on painting an ideal self. I want to run and jump without worrying that my knickers will show. I want to do all the silly things that aren't meant for a 17 year old, but were meant for the 7 year old me that was too busy becoming aware of the world to be a child.
The list of 17 things is initially but not reserved to:
- Have a picnic
- Send a letter to an author
- Climb a hill/fly a kite (because I wanted to do both but had already listed 17 things)
- Read YA and children's books
- Take pictures with a disposable camera
- Kiddy art project
- Leave secret notes
- Collect stickers
- Sky gaze
- Ice/Roller Skate
- Pijama party!!
- Give an unexpected gift
- Try a new fun sport!
- Paint a mural
- Explore a common new place
- Take a younger cousin out for ice cream
- Eat a whole pizza by myself :)
This was the list before I changed it:
I'm exited! I'm thinking that if I complete this list within 6 month's time (April), I can make a list of another 17 things!
Yay. I'm already making a good start because I'm exited like a kid on his/her birthday by this!