My Childhood in a Poem

Here's to my childhood pigtails and laughter.
To the countless hours the T.V watched me.
To the empty Friday nights that left me with one question:
"What are we going to do tonight?!"
And one answer:
"The same thing I do every night. Try to take over the world."
This wasn't very difficult because
I'm here to protect the world from devastation.
To unite all people within our nation.
To denounce the evil of truth and love.
To extend my reach to the stars above.
And I didn't blast off again this time because my stupid dog didn't make me look bad.
Here's to eating cookies like mad men.
Drawing with crayons, not colored pencils.
And loving goldfish more than people.
To bright yellow featers that didn't qualify as flamboyant.
To squeeky high voices.
I'm ready to find square pants that aren't made of cardboard.
Or all five millennium pieces;
The shadow realm is waiting.
To getting goosebumps from imaginary ghosts.
Or thinking completely out of the box because
There's no way that moma could have a chicken or daddy could have a cow.
Either way, we didn't care how.
Heres to listening to Ginger and truly realising the grass isn't greener on the other side.
To always having a handy screwdriver.
A kids gotta do what a kids gotta do.
Sometimes a kids gotta grow up.
But that doesn't mean my maturity is all that.
I mean, I still have hidden gaurds in my temple waiting to divert my path.
And limited time to decide if I want to risk it all in daily tripple dare challenges.
If successful, I have no choice but to be like one in a million.
And gain a strong drive to say "move it football head" when a roadblock comes about.