When I was a child, I remember looking up at all the big adults. I remember looking around this great big world; I remember the huge stairs leading upstairs and the huge roads that I needed to hold hands with someone to cross. I dunno. Now that I am grown (physically if not completely mentally), I feel a little cheated. I thought I'd be taller, for one. Yes, this world is still pretty big, but not in the way I thought it would be. Those stairs aren't so formidable anymore, those roads are actually pretty small. And now that I can buy all those cool toys that I wanted back then, I look at them and wonder how on earth I could ever have been entertained by such simple things. Little lights flashing, some plastic molding, a few moving parts: that used to fascinate me? No, it's not like I want to be a child again. It's just that I wish it could be a little more fun, sometimes, that it would be adventures like I thought I'd have.
