Young

I never want to grow up. I want to sing, dance, jump and play all the time. I’m not seventeen years old; I’m seventeen years young. I love to jump on my bed. I love to wear flower dresses and tights that don’t match. I love to hug teddy bears and play with Barbies.

My mom said that I need to grow up, that I need to get out and make something of myself. I do not want to.

Growing up isn’t fun. Growing up means growing old; growing old means dying.

I’m never growing up. I’m staying young forever.