Honestly, who would want to? True, it’s always fun to be
able to stay up late, and at first glance the toys of adulthood seem far cooler
– speeding along an open road in a real car beats Hot Wheels every time. But
when you’re an adult you also have to pay for all your toys, and the sheen of a
good imagination is always going to make something more impressive than my bank
account could match.
And oh, man, there are some cool kids toys that no longer
fit my arm. I saw a little girl with a set of claws that actually had a sword
attached. While I restrained myself from asking if I could play with it – like
I said, it no longer fit my arm – I really, really wanted to.
Which is why I’m pretty sure I haven’t managed the whole
“grown up” thing yet. I hold down a job, yes, but that’s really no scarier than
school used to be. And I pay bills, but I was also pretty good at turning in my
homework. In exchange I still get to happily go to kids movies without worrying
about stealing a child for cover, read comic books without trying to argue that
they have socio-political subtext, and take advantage of any and all swings I
come across.
Sometimes, there’s even someone on the swing next to me.
There are fewer grown-ups out there than most people realize.
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