Return To Innocence...

I miss being naive and innocent. I miss the days of being a pure sixteen year old virgin. Of finger painting in grade one, instead of studying enterprise resource planning. I wish I didn't know the meaning of the words rape or suicide. That no one I knew had ever died. Back in the day when all you had to think about was today and tomorrow. Before you knew what it was to suffer from loss and heartbreak. Boys were cute, but a bit annoying. It was better that way, you could do without them. You were excited to get a dollar from the tooth fairy, and when that dollar could actually buy something good. Before you realized that people have problems and sometimes never recover from what has happened to them in the past. When you could 'be anything you want to be' when you grew up, including a princess. I miss it all.