I sat here today doing the finishing touches on costumes for my children for Halloween.
And I want to officially file a complaint somewhere about why I had to grow up so fast.
I want to go back to the life I had where a sheet could bring on all sort's of magic. One simple bed sheet.
I was a Vampire one year in a ugly blue one, and the next a white one was a cape for a Snow White get up.
I made Forts, with my moms chairs and clothes pin and in those Forts a feminist was born (well sorta, Barbie kicked Heman's puny butt) .
Then I would take that same sheet into the front yard with my friends and we took turns throwing each other up in it. No one ever got hurt, and if they did I don't remember it.
Ahh did anyone ever make sheets into parachutes? Just as we were about to jump from a Cousin's barn in Wva , we were caught. Darn it, I know it wouldn't have hit the ground with a thump and splatter.
I was the Greatest American Hero laying across a chair in the living room watching it. I was really, in my Under Roo's and all.
And swing sets.. Oh man I was a fearless beast, tree, monkey bars, roofs, fences? They all had my name on it, cause I was Wonder Woman too ( so it was aluminum foil bracelets ha ha) .
I was a kid and I had no fears, and if I did I had my blanket that kept out the Boogieman ( remember as long as they don't see you they can't hurt you ; ask any child and they will agree to this day 
and then one day?
I woke up. I had itties, and this gross thing started and boy's got strange and I got mad..
But that is another story for another day..
I am off to find some boy's underwear that might fit my fat butt...
More of my wacky thoughts on life..
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i made igloos with my mom when i was little, it was cool, we'd sit in them and drink hot chocolate and eat cookies.
im 22 and i still miss it. (though thats not very old!..i know). but i act like a kid as often as i can, and yah, i look like a dumbass, but i dont care and it makes me SO happy to know that im always going to be childish.
"i dont ever want to grow up." - remember Peter Pan.
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i so relate to this i don't have kids of my own but i'm told by my friend's kid i'm the "halloween queen" i do his makeup and sometimes his costum this year my neighbor and i dressed up with her kids her 13mth old now walking was dorthy her little boy the scare crow she was glenda and i had to be the wicked witch (i was just a little too busty for glenda and she said i was a better wicked witch then her i guess she right i do have a mean side) but i don't think i have had that much fun in a long time i think it's kinda sad that you don't see more kids playing like we did now they have a toy to do everything they don't have to imagne anything or they just sit in front of the tv with the latest vedio game if you ask me the best is still pong and pac man i guess i just dated myself i hate it when that happens i wish i was still that crazy little tom boy with no fear at all and barie always wins when it comes to heman or even g i joe thanks for making me feel young again
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Billie Jean is not my Lover ha ha I can see you doing it too ya sexy beast.. I didn't get this message in my box.. Was searching the poem for comments.. Odd right? Guess it was the gremlins.. You are truly a wench.. I loves ya, Cat
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I really like this cat. I never really had a childhood though. I never remember having a costume. I didn't have any friends to play with. I just really don't remember much of anything except being hungry and not having food. Or how my mom always had to work. Anyways, Great write my dear I really like it. It makes me think of how I could have grown up, and how I want my kids to grow up if I trust myself enough to have any. Much luvs always-Crystal
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I love the simple ease of this reflection on the past and a sense that young dreams never die.
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Awww I find myself sad these days because my own child is growing up. I never really took the time to mourn my own childhood. Nice write makes you remember the good old days and reminds me of how old I am haha.
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Hey we have a ton in common. I am not kidding when I said I could have written this. What happened to those innocent days?
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THis is so funny. I was wondering the same thing as I made my son's halloween costume. I was also wondering why do most kids want store bought costumes instead of homemade ones. Well I truly enjoyed this Cat. Good luck finding those underwear..
Kathy
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I liked this poem. It was a recalling of memories long past. I remember doing some of those same things. I mean, I'm not grown up, I'm only 18, but my child hood still seems sooooo far behind me. I've had to grow up so fast, but there are times, when I can still act like a kid. Lots of fun and good laughs. Great write!
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First off, let me say YOU ARE A KID!
Now that I've got that out of the way----Do it! Get dressed in a costume and go on out there girl! I do whenever I feel like it. Yesterday I went to work and all day I was Michael Jackson. Afro wig and all! LOL I sang almost every song of his I could think of. Girl, those old folks loved it and I had my own personal walking amusement park within myself. You are as young as you feel! Go for it! Go dress up right now!
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This is a great look back. It used to be so easy to have fun when I was a kid, and I lost that until I had my son. He has made it easy again. The simplest things can definitely be the best. Thanks, this was a pleasant read.
~whisper
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ahh I loved it!!! I think you pointed out about everything good that involves being a kid. I would hate to be a kid in todays world. There are to many problems so easy to be stolen. Being a teenager is hard enough. Yet nice right.
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This reminds me
of when we used
to play christmas
and decorate all
the presents(our old toys) in
blankets. I can see
them now. I really enjoyed this.
very nostalgic
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This is really great...I think we all want to be kids again, because of the simple pleasures of childhood. And we must rely on our "inner child" to keep us sane.
Anyway, very nicely done and very creative.
-Emily
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Mad fun. To be Peter Pan, or in your case Petula Pan perhaps, and never reach adulthood, a dream that brings a smile. That Barbie must of been real mean to kick Heman's butt, I think he just let her because she was a girl. Walks away whistling.
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LMFAO. I live this, I really do. I wanna be even younger than I am now lol. Honestly,everything has it's time, but you wonder why some times seem faster than others. Love your ending "I am off to find some boy's unerwear that might fit my fat butt". lol...I am appluading you.
Amanda
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