thoughts on when i was a shorty.

I used to think that my toys would come alive when I was not looking… thank you Pixar.
I used to think that the sky was a different color in everyone’s eyes.
I used to think my dad was a superhero because of the long hours he worked.
I used to think the guy on the Pringles container would eat what was left in the tube, which is why I always left some in there.
I used to think everyone got a fairytale story with a fairytale ending.
I used to think I could sing really well. I was sadly mistaken.
I used to think Jasmine from Aladdin was Mexican, until I went to Mexico. Again, sadly mistaken.
I used to think babies came from storks.
I used to think ten dollars could buy me the world.
I used to think all in the world was good.
I used to be scared of the Quaker guy… thank you nickelodeon.
I don think these things anymore… well most of them. It is a phase that one grows out of. One experiences things and grows up. But everyone still has a little kid in them that gets crushed when they realize toy story was just a movie, the Pringles guy isn’t real, and Dad is just an insurance salesman. One makes memories and experiences life for its reality, the only think we can do with this superhero-less life is live it out to the fullest. We can make our own new grown up irrational beliefs.