Its 3:00am and I’m flipping channels on the tv. Came across Bob the Builder. Something about that show makes me sad. Winnie the pooh makes me sad too. Maybe I’m just in a pensive mood but cartoons remind me of simpler times. A lazy holiday or my carefree college days doing nothing but watching cartoons or staying in bed till afternoon.

Ahh my lazy college days. Mine is nearing the end now but it just isn’t the same anymore. Does being adult mean being numb and “wiser” ? We’ll never experience anything as kids again, when the nights weren’t so dark and daylight didn’t seem too glaring.

As a kid I loved , as a kid I played , as I kid I said “You were my batteries”. I didn’t want to grow up, I really didn’t….