I never wanted to grow up

I never wanted to grow up. I was never the young girl aching to be a teenager. I didn't await for the day I would "become a woman." I read those "learn about your body" type books with huge fear, dreading the day that mother nature's "gift" would visit me. I couldn't understand why anyone would actually WANT 5 days of agony a month. I could care less how fast my boobs would grow.

Even prior to the day when the crimson river began, there was a singular day, that I remember very well, where I was reassured that growing up wasn't all it was cracked up to be.

There we were, my sister and I in the McDonalds play area, sliding down slides, swimming in ball balls...and one of the employees asked me to come out. He made me stand next to the height meter... and I was too tall. He told me I could not return into the play area. I was DEVASTATED. I ran back to my granpa's van and cried while my little sister continued to frolic with tube slides and multi-colored balls. The day still haunts me.

And that was my first introduction to pre-adulthood, rejection from the McDonald's Playplace lol

Now that I am an adult, adulthood isn't that bad, :-)