Today my college had some street fair type shit and I realized that I'm a big kid. I'm bout to finish my 1st yr in college and today I got my whole face painted as Minnie Mouse, I flipped on a trampoline and I ate other people's cotton candy (I was too cheap to buy my own).
My friends called me a big kid and I finally realized that I am. The question is...when do I have to grow up? Is there a certain age when one has to stop enjoying childish festivities? Am I officially too old to wanna go play in the park on a warm day? Too old to blow bubbles in the wind? Too old to enjoy an icee from the central/south American on the corner?
I take offense when people call me a woman...shit, I'm still a girl in my head. I guess its cause my family still treats me like a kid that I still act like one.
Real talk though, I need to grow up. I'm not exactly sure how I do it but I think its about damn time that I figure it out.
I don't wanna grow up.
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