I used to believe that naptime was a punishment. An EVIL activity whose only purpose was to prevent me from playing outside with my friends or watching television. Now, I believe that naptime is the BEST time, and should be taken advantage of at every possible occasion.
I used to believe that I would get married to a beautiful woman, and that she would wear a beautiful white gown and walk down the aisle like a fairy princess, everyone transfixed on her, myself included. Now, after realizing I spent way more time imagining the dress (A-line dress… wait no, Princess-line with lace trimmings) than the woman wearing it, and now that I have taken the moniker of 'fairy princess' for myself, I believe that running away with one of the Bridesmaids/Best Man/Father-of-the-Bride is a far more likely scenario. I do believe in having options
I used to be amazed at my parents. How they had all the answers. How they always remembered to have Rice Krispies in the cupboard for my breakfast. How my Dad could put up the trampoline in the garden in under an hour. How they knew when I was fibbing. Now, as a 20 y/o, I believe that, shock of all shocks, my parents are people just like me. Sometimes they know what’s best, sometimes they don’t (sometimes I’ll listen, sometimes I won’t). I’ve finally begun to humanize them, and I believe that means progress.
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