GROWING UP (II) - The melancholic side of life

When does one actually stop being a kid and become an adult? I try in my head to draw the line and  ermm... but I really don't know. Like some one said you can actually grow up without growing old. I so wanna be young forever..*BIG GRIN* I want to still be frigtened by ojuju calabar, I want to still belive in Santa claus, I want to still wear my mama-tie my- back dresses...lol. You know out of wanting to hide from life's challenges, I kind of prefer to be scared by all these than be scared by the real life issues ( Coward, you'll say).

I'm sad I can't be a little girl anymore  but I want to; because I have not really learnt some lessons and I probably can't pull some things off on my own. But I just had to grow up because at some point it felt like dreams and desires are a cloud away.  Growing up could be disappointing you know,  because on the long run, not all kisses end up being magical, not all desires become fulfilled, not all expectations become met. *SIGH

In my young days, I had this funny idea that life would be perfect( it could, right?), that I will never make a mistake except for the simple error I make in my mental sums. I had this funny idea that I will never be lonely because dad, mum ,my siblings and moi will always stay under one roof, but now I am fully awake to the fact that life is a big mess and you just have to toss on your most comfortable shoes and just hope for the best.

Okay na! enough of my ramblings, I have had it with growing up. Can I have my fairy god mother, my knight in shiny armour and  my happily ever-after endings now?  **CUTE BABY FACE*