One day when I was little, twenty-something years ago I decided I didn’t want to get older. I remember not only being a little scared if dying, but also scared that every year that passed my life would change and I already knew then, I didn’t want anything to do with it.
But change always finds you anyway and you most often you spend sometime trying to show it to the door.
My inner child’s distaste for change is not to be mistaken with ungratefulness to the new things life brings however bad or good they may be. But I daydream about days without rain and what I’d be doing right now if I was seven equally. And with my birthday a week away, the only thing I really want is for one day to feel like the world is magical again and for a day to feel like it’s never going to end. In a good way.