Peter Pan wasn't so messed up I guess!!! ;)
Perhaps. But I can decide on my own what I will wear, when and what I will eat and I can stay up all night. Nobody is here to constantly tell me the neighbours kids are better in every possible way (they turned out to be junkies in adulthood - and I am not joking). No need to be tense and sneak silently around my parents so they dont quarrel anymore. Nobody tells me I should go out and play and NOT come home until very late. I can spend a day on a sofa if I want, watching whatever I want, including cartoons. Best of all, I can do dangerous sports without notifying my parents or asking for permission. I can borrow the most scary and sexiest books from the library without any third parties signature. Hell yeah! Finally grown up! P.s. I never liked swings, to be honest. So no great loss, really.
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I actually (almost) started crying (YES,i am a man....) cause of the one with the Teddybear (http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wLCkuPp9Iew/UfUx0HeljZI/AAAAAAAAKDM/l6tdPRIayR8/s1600/growing-old-sucks-17.jpg),cause i lost a good Teddybear friend while visiting Denmark ( I live,and still does,in Norway) when i was 5-8 yrs old,and NEVER saw him again...And i just remembered...even a trip to Legoland could not mend my wounds....That was the day I grew up..... :-(
after that last photo shit got real...