This is the final evening of my childhood, although I remember telling myself the night before school started my freshman year of high school that I would now have to enter the "adult world". Before falling asleep that night, I remember praying/wishing that Peter Pan would come for me to take me away to Neverland so that I wouldn't have to grow up. Just before I drifted off to sleep, I heard what sounded like a tap at my window, so I looked from my bed to said window and saw to my terror/awe a glowing light the size of a bug flying around just outside the window. I swear to this. For fear that it was not indeed Tinkerbell coming with Peter Pan to take me away to Neverland and instead a firefly, I did not get up and check to verify her appearance. Instead I shed one tear and decided that I would have to grow up.
I wish I would have at least checked to qualm my suspicions, but at the same time, I'm glad I didn't.
Now that I am experiencing my final night as a minor, I wonder if Tinkerbell will visit me again? Even if she did pay me a visit tonight, it is unlikely that I would find out because I have to stay up to finish/start 1984 (ultimate procrastination that must end in a few short minutes due to the fact that my English midterm tomorrow is solely on that novel).
Childhood flies once you start having fun.
I love this and will need to verify indeed that said birthday girl did not float away with Tinkerbell last night when I go to awaken you with traditional ear tugs this a.m. I think I heard thunder this morning...or maybe it is just that stinkin' washer! :)
ReplyDeleteNope, it was thunder apparently; other peeps heard it at school.
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