I know all the adults in this world would like to express ideas unto me. I hear it all the time. The most major is school. But it never seems fulfilling. Day after day I hear the same things. I am supposed to learn them to be grateful. But I sometimes wonder when I will be grateful. When I get older?? And when will that be?

I am young, I will admit it. But not childish. I act childish... I'm sure of that. So what's so wrong? Why am I too tall to get into the ball pit at McDonald's? Why am I too tall to ride THIS ride. Why can't I enter the store coloring contest anymore?? Why does all my enjoyment come down to a decision between my height and my ability to stay within the lines?

I know I will grow up someday. My guidance counselor tells me anyways. He says I should pick a career now. Look at my talents. My talents include talking, annoying, lying, sometimes cheating, and looking pretty. My guidance counselor says I should be a politician.

That makes me think. I'm supposed to grow up, start a life, family, job the like. But WHY?!? Can't I just be this age FOREVER! It would be pretty cool.

I could be Peter Pan. Have the lost boys. Tinkerbelle. You know! Have a party. Tinkerbelle accidentally gets into some bad LSD and starts having a breakdown. Now THAT's a made for TV movie, not like the ones of other kids my age who have 'secrets' and 'just broke up with jimmy' and all the other really cruel plots to make old people like my grandparents think I'm more screwed up than I already am.

So, I've made the decision to stop time. It will no longer fly, it will stop. I command it so! I know it will listen, I bought a ticket. Or else I will rent a jet and fly it backwards around the world, Lots of time! I'm spoiled, and airsick, what a combination...

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