I am a Snapdragon What Flower Are You?

This is it....this says it all...

Remember...

Remember when you were little and looking at someone who was older and wishing you could be that old so that you would have the freedom to do whatever you wanted....go to the mall, movies, or to your friends house whenever you wanted? I can remember sitting in the car parked in the garage and pretending to drive. Wishing that the steering wheel would move more ( It wouldn't move freely unless you put the key in). Wishing that I could reach the gas pedal and brake and also see out of the windshield at the same time. Remember, thinking that when you got older that you wouldn't have to listen to your parents anymore when they told you to do something...you could keep your room as messy as you wanted and they wouldn't be able to do anything about it? I was always getting the " Clean your room!". I would sit in there all day and not get a thing done....I hated cleaning my room.

Now that I'm older(No, I'm not telling my age) I can go to the movies, or the mall and go see my friends some of who live far away anytime I want and I can DRIVE!! Although, driving feels like a chore anymore and not the big glorious thing it was when I was younger. And oh my goodness I actually have a room my parents would of been ecstatic with when I was younger. Now I look at some kid and think what I wouldn't give to be that young again...carefree, no problems, no bills, nothing but playing and having fun. It seems to me that life would be so much simpler if we all just were happy with the way we are at this moment and not worry about being younger or older. Just some things I thought I would throw out there and see if it hits anyone the same way it hit me.

My reason for blogging

I have always wanted to be able to come to a place where I can just put into words everything that has happened in my day and to also be able to reflect on what has happened in my past. I'm not sure if there are any Harry Potter fans out there but I always think of Professor Dumbledore's pensieve and sometimes wish that I had one so that I can put some of my memories in there and uncrowd my mind. So I suppose this is sort of like my pensieve where I can come and dump my thoughts onto this page and be able to come back and reflect on them at a time where it is conveinent for me. So welcome to my corner of the world, pull up a chair and whatever your drink of choice is and peruse my memories with me and in a way come to know the real me.