Growing Younger

Peter Pan was lucky. He never had to have a job, get good grades, make friends or do good. Most of all he never had to grow up. He just was. I am terrified of growing up. No one can practice growing up. Things that cannot be practiced scare me the most. I guess like most other things in this world you do, then after the doing is done, you fix. You must have something to fix, so one must do the imperfect first then revise later. Thank goodness for erasers, apologies and second chances! It is by doing that one grows. It is by doing that one has a job, gets good grades, makes friends and does good. Poor Peter Pan. He never got to live.