So, Here's the deal:

I am going to see about cancelling my membership in the Adult World. Yep, gonna nullify all connections and obligations with The Grown-up Club.

I do not want to be the one to get stuff for people, or clean up after people, I want some big person to do it all for me. Preferably someone whom I trust and love implicitly and who could swoop me up into their protective arms for cuddles or airplane rides, as I see fit.

I also do not want to pay bills or taxes. Now don't get me wrong, my NDP sensibilities and Canadian world-view means that I do not at all resent having to let go of some of my cash, I just don't want to have to be the one to organize, understand, write the actual cheque and do all the GROWN UP STUFF that surrounds bill paying and tax paying. Nope, don't wanna.

I want laundry and housekeeping to be magically done by itself. I don't even want to think about it.

I do not want to have to go to work.

What I want do with my days:
I want to run and skip a lot.

I want to run down to the bottom of my street and call on my best friend to go to the variety store together and buy orange slush puppies.

We will spend many hours day-dreaming in the long grass behind my house, and we will talk about our future romances and boyfriends (wait, scratch that...I know how that story ends).

We will go to the pool at the park and become Olympic Divers, Deep Sea Explorers or Beauty Pageant Winners for the day.

In the winter we will go skating and toboggoning, and giggle a lot. In the spring we will pick gigantic and fragrant lilac bouquets for our big people, and in the autumn we will enjoy the wonderful smells of wet leaves and fires and the unforgetable flavours of pumpkin pies and turkey dinners.

We will make the best haunted houses.

My big brother thinks that I have to remain in the Grown-up Club, he thinks that once you're in it there is no getting out. Hmm. I'm still lookin' for a loophole.
I'll keep you posted, and let me know if you have any ideas.

p.s. Do you remember?