I realized that my abnormal need to regress back to childhood is not something I keep to myself. I have been fighting a losing battle my whole life to not become a grown up and now that I am considered one (technically) I find the most pleasure in things that made me happy as a kid. My happiness lies in the coolness of fingerpaint and the endless possibilities of a blank piece of paper. I feel safest under a blanket and I am still afraid of the dark. My life has been a constant game of chutes and ladders, but all of our adult experiences stem from the ones we had as kids.
It is unbelievable that little things like those bring us back to such a simple and comforting place. Today I had a one-on-one in a tree. I haven't climbed a tree in like 7 years. It was small and so simple, but the feeling of being high off the ground was indescribable. I felt that sense of adventure and wonder when I did as a child and I felt like I could do anything. It made me feel invincible.
