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CaliLivChick · 05-16-2006, 06:37 PM

Analog - When I think of parents trying to keep their kids as kids, and not having them grow up too fast, they don't do it for themselves, they do it for their kids. I grew up too fast, knew too much at too young of an age, and would much rather have been kept in the dark about some things. I started continuing my childhood around 16, and my mom couldn't understand why, even when I told her that it was because I didn't have a childhood as a childhood, so I was having it at 16.

I probably started asking my parents if Santa was real around 6 or 7, but they could see that I still believed, and only had small doubts, so while they never said "Yes", they never said "No". They pulled some politician-speak on me, and never answered my question directly. I started asking to sleep downstairs in the living room (where the Christmas tree was) on Christmas Eve, saying that I'd stay asleep, but they wouldn't let me. I figured it out around 10 or 11, but wasn't mad at them for not telling me.

05-16-2006, 06:37 PM	#38 (permalink)
CaliLivChick In Transition Location: Sanford, FL (between Daytona and Orlando)	Analog - When I think of parents trying to keep their kids as kids, and not having them grow up too fast, they don't do it for themselves, they do it for their kids. I grew up too fast, knew too much at too young of an age, and would much rather have been kept in the dark about some things. I started continuing my childhood around 16, and my mom couldn't understand why, even when I told her that it was because I didn't have a childhood as a childhood, so I was having it at 16. I probably started asking my parents if Santa was real around 6 or 7, but they could see that I still believed, and only had small doubts, so while they never said "Yes", they never said "No". They pulled some politician-speak on me, and never answered my question directly. I started asking to sleep downstairs in the living room (where the Christmas tree was) on Christmas Eve, saying that I'd stay asleep, but they wouldn't let me. I figured it out around 10 or 11, but wasn't mad at them for not telling me. __________________ Don't trust anything that can bleed for a week and not die. Oh wait, that's me... nevermind... you can trust me.