Growing Pains?

Since last night I randomly posted about toys, I thought, dear interwebz, you should know something about me: I refuse to grow up.

Luckily I'm short, so people will always think that I am a few years younger than I actually am. But, the sands of time do keep a flowin'. I, unlike one of my favorite childhood characters, Peter Pan, do eventually have to graduate from college --gasp!-- get a job --GASP!-- and pay bills --DOUBLE GASP!

So, to console myself about growing up I've decided to chat about my fivvity fave childhood books. Perhaps you will read them, interwebz?

"And for all I know he is sitting there still, under his favorite cork tree, smelling the flowers just quietly. He is very happy."

First up is one that I actually put down as my favorite book on a questionnaire given out by my high school college counseling office. The Story of Ferdinand by Munro Leaf was a favorite of mine and my sister when we were little. Wouldn't you rather smell flowers under a cork tree than kick and snort with the other bulls? I know I would.

"Children have the strangest adventures without being troubled by them."

Obviously, if I want to talk about favorite children's stories, I cannot forget to talk about my all time favorite, Peter Pan and Wendy by J.M. Barrie. I have to admit, when I was little I had the biggest crush on Peter Pan--I mean, who wouldn't? That confidence! That sense of adventure! So soupah sexy to my 8 year-old self... and, okay, my current self. Barrie created a world where I could have adventures fighting pirates, swimming with mermaids, and scolding lost boys--if only in my head.

This almost made me feel better about getting older.

EXCEPT IT DIDN'T. It just made me nostalgic for my childhood.

Le sigh.