Death...

Nobody wants to grow up.
It's a face at one point in our lives.
I think that after wanting to grow up and shit, I have realized that adulthood is full of misery and woe.

For instance, Christmas just doesn't feel the same anymore.
The magic, so to speak, has been lost along with the want for toys.

When I was younger, Christmas was the greatest time of the year because I got all of the toys I wanted. I was so surprised when I walked into the living room and saw my big present sitting in the middle of the floor, waiting for me to open it. Inside, there would be a mass of toys and other knick knacks. My dad would record all of our Christmases so that we could watch them later. Just thinking about it makes me smile and long to be 6 years old again to relive those moments.

As a child, you never stop to appreciate the little things. Even though I'm not an old biddy or anything, I can still look back on the past and reminisce. I can honestly say that I wish I could go back and just watch. Seeing what our faces looked like when we ripped open the fantastic wrapping paper would be the greatest present of all.

It's cliche and cheesy, but it's true.
Growing up is not as glorious as it seems when you are a child.
Adulthood is only full of disappointment and stress. We realize that we cannot have our childhood back and die a little on the inside when we think of how much we took our innocence for granted.

Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.