I am growing up. It's scary. I get to drive people's children around places, in their cars. I get to sign my own paperwork. I can vote... well... you know... I can join the military. I can do so much big-girl stuff, even if i don't want to. Yet I still call my daddy when I can't get the parking break off or if I'm waiting in the waiting room for an hour. I call my mom if I don't feel good or if I don't know how to clean my Cinderella Waffle Maker.
I'll get there eventually. One day I'll be a full grown up and not just sometimes. But I think I can wait a little longer. That's too much responsibility for me!
there isn't a "like" button on here... hmmm... well that's okay. I LOVE this anyway.
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