When I was a child, I had a wild imagination, and I could be anything I wanted to be. When I was 10, I used to jump off of our house roof, playing Bionic Woman. I climbed trees and saw myself in ancient forests. I played war, and sometimes, I died. I was always some kind of hero, or was fighting for some just cause.

When I was five, I decided that I was growing up to become a rock star. Being raised a Mormon, and having my music selections very limited, I idolized The Osmonds. I shutter to think of these people as my idols, as really they were nothing more than a white remake of The Jackson 5. You will still hear me to this day though singing along if they happen to be playing. I like the original group better though.

Anyway so, this was one of my early musical influences. Wow, I really digress. So, my dream was to be this famous rock star, a dream I am still working toward making a reality. I may be 40 years old, but I am nothing more than a kid.

When I was 12 years old, I went about selling off all of my childhood toys and trifles, at a yard sale. I had decided, it was time to become a grown up. I was tired, very tired, of being told how to live my life. I figured that if you wanted to stop being treated like a child, one had to be one of these things called an adult. So, I played adult for awhile.

Everyone considered me such a mature young woman. At age 12 in a movie theater, a woman asked me what college I attended. Looking older, acting older, being mature, it was all so very boring, and…it still left me stuck in my situation. My parents still treated me the same. I wanted freedom, and I wanted it badly.

I managed to get out by 15, and it was I tell you, pure bliss. My life was my own!! I look back on those years, and I regret not a day. I was free. Maybe free and stupid at times, but I was free. I very quickly caught on at this point though, that no matter how free I was, there was still a mom and dad lurking around every corner.

They came in the form of police officers, bosses, government, religion…it was all still telling me what to do. How could anyone even hear their own thoughts in this place? If being a grown up meant joining their club of boring complacency, and distinguishing themselves as superior to those younger than themselves…I wanted no part of it.

Grown ups. They forget how to play, and when you are growing up, they do not play with you. Once upon a time the toys of children were not pointless trifles to amuse…they were tools to learn. The actual original meaning of the word *toy* is equipment, or gear. Parents gave their children miniature tools that were functional, and they played with them. What is a play? An enactment. These children were enacting something, so that they could learn a skill.

Play literally mean to take care of, be busy, be active, and be used. So, in truth, play used to be the word for work, and toys were the word for the tools of our trade. We used to all, play with our toys. Isn’t that really cool? Can you imagine if we all quit playing this dumb game where we all have to do boring things all day, and go home to boring lives because we are too tired from working all day? It all becomes nothing more than some meaningless trek on a conveyor belt reality, and we are shuffled along like good cattle.

We are told to limit ourselves to one profession, one way of life, one house, one personality….be consistent is their mantra. If we try to break out of our little box like reality cages, we are called crazy, conspiracy theorists, boat rockers, sinners…and threatened with one thing or another. The threats can be anything from illusionary to deadly.

With the illusionary tricks, they tell us some great being will punish us, if we do not follow in suit with what ever we are told to do/not do. You only get to be a full fledged member of the grown up clan, if you agree to give up your rights to true freedom and happiness.

The little people are stuck in brainwashing facilities, that do not teach with real toys. The toys of the institutions are only in the mind, and they are boring. They have no soul, and drive not the heart toward the pleasure of learning. Give a child something real to do, and see his eyes light up!

The grown ups, they are everywhere, and they are still trying to tell me what to do. My children, they go out into the world, and the grown ups also tell them what what to do. Sometimes the grown ups come in the form of the little people, and even they have betrayed the land of freedom. So young, so sad.

Not long after I had forsaken my childhood, so also I did my adulthood, and I will never, ever, grow up. A grown up is just that, a person who has stopped growing. I do not want to ever stop learning, growing, and expanding beyond my current limitations. One cannot live by the same laws forever. Life changes, we change, and resisting change is folly.

What would be the point of existing in a reality that was unchanging? Change is part of evolution, and it seems time we all evolve beyond this current paradigm.

When we were children, we were alive. when we were children , we got really excited about things. When we were children, we dreamed.

I know who is not a true friend, when they tell me I am too old to start being a rock star. My real friends, are the ones who like I, refuse to ever grow up. The one’s who know, that this game we all play, is but an illusion. Our dreams, our hopes, our aspirations…they are alive as long as we.

When I was a young parent, and my children were only 2 and 3, I observed them playing one day. It struck me very deeply, that these little people, were the key to all of the world’s problems. Almost all of the children are raised in homes that treat them as if they are another species. People treat children differently, talk to them differently, and really make a big deal about them being CHILDREN. This is alienating, demeaning, and leaves children feeling like they are in some way not a real citizen. The latter, of which they really aren’t, they have no real rights.

Children are the property of their parent’s, just as once were women. Few parent’s talk to them like they are equals, or really take seriously, what their children have to say. They are shuffled off to institutions during the day, and taught whatever the state feels they want them to know. They are given meaningless plastic toy crap, that has no real value, and teaches them nothing. The lives of most children are pointless, meaningless experiences.

If we actually developed at a younger age, coming to understand real skills and responsibilities, guess what would happen? We wouldn’t have to depend on all the grown ups to tell us what to do! We would have developed our own sense of understanding, and basic logic skills, that would make us more independent, and not need to rely on powers that want us under their control! Don’t think for a moment, this is not intentional! Industrialization, the media, and government, have greatly decided how your children will be raised.

Realizing all of these things, I could only do what I could do. I raised my children based upon the principals I believed in. All of their toys were real things, and they were trained basic skills as we went through our daily life. Up until the ages of 12 and 13, their education was strictly via home schooling. At the age of five, they were using knives, and slicing up the vegetables for dinner. They were also helping to cook it.

They were expected to tow the line, and they were given freedoms in accordance not to their age, but their capacity for responsibility. Being a child, shouldn’t be a constraining experience! We should be given the opportunities for advancement, the moment we are capable of self functioning. Most of us were robbed of our natural evolutionary development…we were stunted as people. So, teens grow up being rebellious, and parent’s battle a war that need never have been fought.

As a kid, I vow to aid my fellow children, and demand our rights to live our lives freely.

I demand that our play be that which is satisfying, and fulfilling, not drudgery and societal submission.

I demand that only good quality toys be made, so they don’t break all of the time.

I demand that this play ground we call earth, be taken care of, and all of the trash get cleaned up.

I demand that people stop playing dirty and hurting kids on other playgrounds who don’t play the same way.

What is wrong with these grown ups? What are they thinking? What sick and twisted game is this that we have all been subjected to? Grown ups are really creepy, and you feel the need to always keep one eye open when one is around. Why do there have to be so many of them? I hope maybe the ones reading this right now, maybe you will think twice about being one. It is really much more fun, on the other side of the fence.

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