...Neverland would be real.

We'd never have to grow up. Growing up means responsibility, pressure, stress and bills. In my world I'd still be 18...I'd still be living in the summer after my senior year of high school. Things were simple, fun, and warm. I was cute, I weighed 50 lbs. less (hard to believe I know), and all I had to worry about was having a good time. I worked at a grocery store for $5.15/hr. and that was plenty for me. I rode around all summer with the windows down and the music up, my hair blowing all over, caring about nothing except what to do that night and who to do it with.

Oh those were the days...my how things have changed...