(Camo Blouse: garage sale Shirt & Pants: clothing exchange Necklace: instagram shop Purse & Shoes: thrifted)
I miss being younger and the funnest thing to do was imagining. Why do we have to grow up and lose that part of childhood? I remember being so happy to play “office” or “school” and would have so much fun making stuff up. We used to play “orphans” and would pretend that we had to find somewhere to live with our “older siblings” (aka my cousins) a la the Boxcar Children (did you ever read those books?). I remember people telling me to enjoy being young, but when you are that age, you don’t understand how things will NEVER be the same once you get older. Growing up and reality steal your ability to imagine and believe. It makes me super sad. I feel like I sound a lot like Peter Panning in the movie Hook right now. I want to go to Neverland and have a “pretend” food fight. That would be amazing.