My stock answer whenever an adult asked me that was “I don’t want to nor do I intend to grow up!” As you can perhaps surmise, I spent a lot of my childhood in time-out. Well actually in my day we didn’t have “time-out” but I’ll spare you the corporal punishment scenes this time.
When puberty assaulted me, I spent a lot of time crying, looking in the mirror pleading with nature to not make me grow up. We all know how that turned out.
So, the only point of today’s post is that children just naturally accept things that we adults feel compelled to analyze, dissect, investigate and “understand” even when that may not really be in our best interest. It seems that youngsters have the wonderful ability to just accept “what is”. Kids don’t ask who wrote their bedtime stories, who drew their favorite cartoon or who is the actor playing their favorite movie hero. That comes much much later, when they are Adults.