I'm reading The Secret Garden right now, and I am beginning to crave childhood again. Yes, I know I was just saying how I wanted to grow up. But have you ever read The Secret Garden? It's a wonderfully simple book about a young girl who discovers a, well, secret garden. Actually let me add to that. I want to be a young girl living in England in the early 1900s. [Have you seen pictures of those houses? They're massive! And they usually have huge, sprawling lawns and gardens.] I guess the thing I miss the most about childhood is the simplicity of everything. If one little thing happened the world was over, but then your parents just swoop in and make everything all better again.
I was a rather odd child, I have to say. To say I had an over active imagination is an understatement. I mostly played by myself and made up these whole imaginary worlds. Except the thing was that I wouldn't let anyone join me. So I was often seen wandering around talking to no one really and playing by myself. I wasn't unhappy. In fact, I think I was often happier by myself. I guess even back then I avoided drama. I'm beginning to think that maybe that's why I'm so comfortable being independent and on my own. I don't need others to be entertained, being alone isn't really lonely to me. I know some people who just can't stand being by themselves. Which I think is sad, really. I think you have to be comfortable with yourself first of all. I guess I'll always be that weird little girl wandering around talking to herself. And, strangely, I'm okay with that.