Oh To Be Young Again

I do not like pennies. I do not like strawberry flavored fluoride. I do not like the Atlanta Georgia airport. 

I do not like powder detergent or Geico commercials or cats.

I do not like turning 20.

But I did. On Saturday. On Saturday I turned 20.

I think I'm having a quarter life crisis. 

I, like Wendy Darling, don't want to grow up. Who would want that? What is possibly better in adulthood than it is in childhood? Besides, adults are boring and unimaginative. I think Antoine de Saint-Exupery summed it up best in his brilliantly penned novel,
The Little Prince:

Grown ups. Psh. Take me back to the carefree age of 7.