why dont we still have them anymore!? i used to have an imaginary friend, i eally dont remember his name, i think it was Renadlo or Augustus.. something evil sounding (not saying if your name is one of the two that your evil)... and he was a complete ass. he'd make me do bad things and get in trouble in preschool and kindergarden. So then one night i though up Esmerelda, who was my nice imaginary friend, and together we shoved evil friend in a box. i remember that i taped up the box so he'd never come out.. and it was so so many years ago that i had them, but i remember in like grade 5 or 6 when i rummaged through my stuff, i found a taped up box, and i laughed but at the same time, i kind of got scared, and im not embarrassed to admit it. i was always scare that that friend would attack me or something.
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allthough i knew it wouldnt happen, like ever; i still threw it away quickly, because holding that box made me feel like a little kid again.
You know, i actually miss being younger so much. where the meanest thing was 'im not your friend anymore' and the love was when two kids played lego or somthing like that together. where your biggest worry was that you didnt draw in the lines, and your way of being with someone was a playdate. when you had sleepovers and talked about spongebob and you smoked popey sticks to look like the older kids.
I miss the days.. its funny how now were the people we used to look up to. we used to watch the big kids walk around and we'd be like.. one day, thats us. and when it is us, we look up to people even older. i wonder what happends when were like 30 years old, will we still be looking up? or will we look down and wish we were that age.
I think the "age to be" is around 16 to 22. during those years, we like everything and junk. but if your younger, you look up to them, and when your older, you look down (in a looking up kind of way) and wish you were them.
life may be fucked up, but we can stop ourselves from fucking up life.
