I’m 20, that’s like grown up, you know, responsibilities and a certain behaviour code. “you’re 20, not 10! You’re just not supposed to do that!!!”
Who made the rules? I don’t believe the Constitution prevents me from watching Tom ‘n Jerry all day long…or picking up a Tinkle Digest and spending long hours with it...
Barry got it right, Peter Pan ranks as my all time favourite fictional work. I would so love to be 10 again and stay 10 forever and ever. It’s the innocence that comes with the age, a time when dreams are unfettered by reason and logic, when lollypops were cool and only the number of ice-creams you’ve had made your day. Bedtime stories were the only means of getting you to bed, yes, I too read myself to sleep, but Ayn Rand could hardly match "The BFG" read out to you while tucked up in a nice’ warm bed!!
The magic of waiting for the Tooth Fairy and never having to know that Santa did not live at the North Pole and my letters never got further than the local post office…that there was really a Man in the Moon and that the Bogey Man would come and get me if I did not finish the spinach.
A time when Sunday mornings meant Popeye and Mickey Mouse and evenings, a long drive out with the family, dinner with the latest movie the idiot box has to offer and back again to Dr. Seuss or Dahl and back to untroubled dreams of Neverland…