goodbye childhood pt.1 (of many parts, let's hope it's never fully over though)

Taking a break from my summer goals, I must first lament about my heartless goodbye to the majority faction of my stuffed animals this morning.

As I prepare to head off to an armageddon of grad parties celebrating the dawning of a new era, I must also stuff dear Ms. Piggy (Muppet Baby/Christmas Costume Adorned), Cow with a Bell, Large Easter Duck, Large Easter Rabbit, a gaggle of Beanie Babies (including, but not limited to Kicks, Iggy, etc.), Neon Rabbit, Medium Easter Rabbit and several other childhood pals into a suffocating yellow Vietnam War Veterans bag. I didn't shed any tears (let's not get overly sentimental to the point of being just mental--that was a pun, let's hope you got it dear readers), but let's be honest, getting rid of those babies was a curtain slamming closed between the whimsicality of childhood wonder and the angry shouting and blood pressure cuffs of adulthood!

But, in order to counteract that bleak negative that I just presented above. . .I also received some advice from my friend's grandmother two days ago. . ."Never get old." Which in sane-person reality seems like a pipe dream, or even worse, some kind of cracked out piece of advice from effed up child stars (ie, lindsay lohan, macauley culkin, gary coleman--RIP shawty, etc.) But looking past the obvious impossibility, we can get more philosophical and hoity toity about it--logical people and jaded ones, stop reading now, this shat's about to get realllll swirly and Randy Pausch-ish (who, by the way, if you don't know, you should look up: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ji5_MqicxSo). Here's the thing--growing up and leaving childhood forever is nothing but a STATE OF MIND! Much like people in suburban Ohio can have an Empire State of Mind a la Jay-Z and Alicia, people over the age of 18 can still believe in the whims of childhood!

O frabjous day, callooh callay! Such is the thing I love in this post: The Fact That, Despite Throwing Away Stuffed Animals, We Never Truly Have To Relinquish Our Connection To Childhood.

The end. Finna get my party hoppin on.

Chortles of joy--graduation is tomorrow!