i'm old, i guess.

i am nineteen years old. that's not terribly old, right? i didn't think it was old, until today, when i saw how much the times have changed since i was a child.

this thought was brought on by what i saw today when i was driving back from taking my sister to drumline. i saw a tiny girl, looking no older than five-years-old, pulling a little red wagon -- and talking on a cell phone: a sight which baffled me and made me laugh simultaneously (a very interesting emotion that i highly recommend).

then i suddenly went into pensive mode and began to reflect on how life was for me at that age. when i was 5-years-old and trotting around the neighborhood, towing a little red wagon in one hand, the other hand most certainly was not holding a cell phone...i was likely sucking the thumb of my other hand (or perhaps it was up my nose...). i didn't get a cell phone til i was two months away from eighteen.

this also raises the question: what do five-year-olds talk about on their cell phones? a very large part of me hoped that she was arranging plans for a lovely tea party with her other friends and stuffed animals. or, if she was like i was when i was a kid, she was plotting a grand doorbell-ditching scheme. or a power ranger-style rumble against the boys. i was a mean little girl. :)

i just hope she wasn't calling a friend to play. hopefully that's not how kids ask each other to play these days. i have fond memories of running bare-foot over to my friend's house, knocking on the door and asking if they could play. there was always the element of surprise in that approach -- maybe they could play! but maybe they couldn't...or maybe no one's even home (or maybe they were hiding). i would only revert to calling ahead in the direst of circumstances; such as the friend living too far away or the friend having older brothers that scared me.

i'm just glad she wasn't texting. can you imagine a text from a five-year-old? when i was five, i was just learning how to write! in fact, i just had a flashback to when we were learning how to write...on the lined paper that had a dotted line in the middle...and having the strokes numbered. does anyone still write the way they learned how to in kindergarten? i can tell you that i sure don't -- my "4"s are now radically different.

but anyways. calling...on a cell phone...and asking your other five-year-old friends if they can play...or sending out a mass text? what fun is that?? that's what college kids do! enjoy your childhood while you still can!!

conclusion: kids are growing up too fast. i may be old, but i at least enjoyed my childhood. that's leagues better than being young and grown-up all at once. agreed? good. let's go play red-rover.





boredom buster of the day: go do something that brings you back to your childhood. please. for the sake of today's children, go tow a little red wagon around your neighborhood, go blow bubbles in a park, go doorbell ditching, ANYTHING!! we must remind children that they shouldn't be in such a hurry to grow up.

I'll have you all know that i am currently blowing bubbles in my chocolate milk -- and boy, does it feel good.

no, i do not have a peter pan complex.
at least, i don't think so . . .