When I was a child, I was certain, so certain that although I was growing older, I would never age beyond childhood. That there would be a reset button somewhere (though my thoughts weren’t this sophisticated at the time), but the idea was the same: I would cycle through childhood forever, my parents would take care of me forever. And now I’m older and wiser and I still hope so sometimes. That growing up is a bad dream that I will one day wake from.
-By Miriam Ling.