When I was young[er], my sister and I would head over to hang out with Nana & Papa almost every Saturday of the summer. Nana always had a watermelon there waiting for us. She would seed the watermelon, and then thoughtfully cut it into bite-sized squares. That’s not even the best part. Nope. The best part was when she would drain all the remaining juice in the melon, pour it into 2 separate glasses, and hand them to me and Carly (sister). Gosh, how I loved those days. Now when I see, smell, taste watermelon, my mind quickly wanders back to the old days.
Things were simpler back then. Being a “grown-up” is fun (although some of my friends would strongly disagree and say that I’m nowhere near being a grown-up). But sometimes I just want to wake up, have mom make breakfast, watch some cartoons, eat ice cream and not worry about what it’s going to do to my hips, spend my remaining $1.50 on bubble gum, wear my swimsuit all day/night, run in the sprinkler, and go to Nana & Papa’s.
And then the child in me says “why can’t I?”
And the truth is, I don’t know.
So, now I will be Whitney, the child-like adult, who goes on adventures, walks with barefeet, eats ice cream, pays bills on time, goes to work Monday – Friday, and cuts her own watermelon. That works, right?