Adventures

Frolicking in the autumn mists has kept me young, but the thought of sitting next to Puff in his comfortable cave: drinking tea and eating crumpets for all eternity?

I'd rather live forever, a large gray haired child playing in gramma's attic.

Holding Roo's hand, listening to the wisdom of a large stuffed bear, and knowing that dreams are the time machines and magic carpets of the young at heart.

Smelling hope in a bouquet of weeds, drawing big words in the shape of a heart, and having adventures that skid straight past the bullies and into the mists.

When the wild rumpus begins I want to wear a crown and lead the good guys to the big rock candy mountain where we can build gingerbread houses and hide out together baking cookies to repair our walls.

I never want to grow bigger than that.