Tuesday, December 3, 2013

The Day My Childhood Died (a little)

I've gone through the past 10 years of my life wondering when I would finally feel like a 'real' adult.
When I would stop fooling people into thinking I wasn't just a kid who doesn't know anything.

And it never happened. I signed a mortgage. I pay (way too much) every month to the bank to keep my house. Yet, I still fee like maybe I am just playing house.

I had a baby. Scratch that...TWO babies. I literally walked them out of the hospital and no one followed after me saying 'just kidding, you can't be trusted with those babies.' Yet, there is a piece of me that feels closer to 15 than 40 (and to be clear, that is so not the case).

UNTIL, last Friday.

When the whole fam headed out to the annual tradition of dinner at The Viking (think old school WI supperclub) and then to the Twinkle Parade.


The lights came on



the kids were excited (and a little scared)




and then the candy began to rain down. It was the single most candy I think I have ever seen thrown in a parade. Ever. Candy littered the streets. The floats were crunching un-claimed candy. It was bananas. Grandma even had to protect our growing stash from kids that were just straight-up too lazy to run in the middle of the street to get their own.


Now, for anyone that knows me, you know that I love all things sugar and sweet and unadultlike gummy goodness. It was 1000 times better than Halloween.

As I picked through the loot, I was most excited for two things: Christmas Dots and Sugar Babies.


Christmas Dots were first. Scrumptious as always.
Sugar Babies were next. I popped a few. Hmmm...maybe they are just too cold from being outside.

A few more....nope--still am not liking this.

A couple more for good measure because it can't possibly be that I no longer like these.....

Nope. Sugar babies are officially disgusting.

And in that moment, I officially become (a little bit more of) an adult.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Funny as I was reading this post the words to and music popped into my melon...So bye bye miss american pie, drove my chevy to the levee but the levee was dry....
Uncle Todd

Anonymous said...

"I've gone through the past 10 years of my life wondering when I would finally feel like a 'real' adult.
When I would stop fooling people into thinking I wasn't just a kid who doesn't know anything.

And it never happened. I signed a mortgage. I pay (way too much) every month to the bank to keep my house. Yet, I still fee like maybe I am just playing house.

I had a baby. Scratch that...TWO babies. I literally walked them out of the hospital and no one followed after me saying 'just kidding, you can't be trusted with those babies.' Yet, there is a piece of me that feels closer to 15 than 40 (and to be clear, that is so not the case)."

I could have written this word for word Greta. I keep expecting someone to show up at my door to tell me that while it's been nice I am in no way ready for adulthood.

Leah M.