My mom loves to tell this
story about me, and I think it describes my life (the theme of this blog)
pretty well. The story goes like this:
One
day Mother hears crying coming from her young son’s bedroom. Fearing the worst she rushes to his aid by
bursting into his room. Immediately she
cries “What’s wrong Zacher-bug?!” trying to repress the worry in her
voice. To her enquiry the boy sobbed, “I
don’t wanna grow up!” Mother sits with her
boy and asks why he doesn’t want to grow up.
He responds, “Because then I won’t get to play with my toys anymore!”
Zachary had realized that he would one day grow up, and leave the comfort of
his childhood behind, and he would have to become a boring responsible adult. Mother consoled him saying “Oh, but Zachy,
You’ll get new toys! And you’ll get to do tons of new things like date, and get
married, and drive a car!” But deep down
she knew, just as Zach had just realized, that growing up sucks.
Yep, that sobbing boy was
me. And I have determined in my heart to
never grow up. I have resigned myself to
the fact that it is necessary for me to take on additional responsibilities as
I grow older, and while the toys do get cooler with age, I will always
remain a child at heart.
Welcome to my blog. I hope you enjoy my life as much as I
do. Never grow up.