"Love is a harsh and dreadful thing to ask of us, but it is the only answer."--Dorothy Day


Meeting My Inner Child.

She wants to be a cheerleader and a ballerina and a concert pianist and a veternarian and a writer and a doctor and a judge and an astronomer and a teacher and the President of the United States. She has read all of the Wizard of Oz books, eventhough they're a little bit scary and the other girls in her grade read Sweet Valley High. She knows that she is different, but doesn't care. She is a Girl Scout, but hates to sell the cookies and thinks the calendars are stupid. She sings you Disney songs at camp-outs and sleep-overs. She loves Smurfs, Snorks and Fraggles. She will tell on you if she thinks what you're doing is dangerous. Her favorite movie is The Muppets Take Manhattan. She knows she will go to college and that's what she's striving for when she studies for her spelling tests. She likes macoroni & cheese with hot dogs. She's taller than all the boys in her class and this greatly amuses her. She refuses to eat lunch at school. She has really big hair (which the boys blame for her height). She has a full family of Pound Puppies and My Little Ponies, but would never stoop to owning a Barbie. She only wears sneakers. She's allergic to cats, but will still pick one up. She refuses to wear pink, though it was once her favorite color, and will not wear a dress unless she can wear shorts underneath. All of her stuffed animals have names and she writes their birthdays on her calendar, giving each of them a little party after her mother turns out the lights for the night. She worries and frets and wears clothes that are much too big for her.

It's amazing how things change (or actually...don't).

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