by, 27-Dec-2010 at 22:54 (430 Views)
I've pretty much been repressing this side of myself for a long time. I honestly never wanted to grow up as a kid.
(And because Toys R Us had that as a theme song when I was young, I thought that if you went there you could just stay a little kid forever. Too bad it doesn't work that way.)
The earliest disappointment I remember was that I stashed my very last baby bottle in my closet when I was about four. I found it under the sink and washed it off in the bathroom and filled it up with water. My mom caught me with it and I told her it was to feed my baby dolls with so she let me keep it until she caught me drinking out of it. And then it went into the trash. I was so disappointed.
I've mentioned before how I would carry plushies around with me. It wasn't until very late that I realized it wasn't 'normal'. Of course, to me, normal is relative. I wasn't hurting anyone, so I never had a problem with it.