… Which makes me a child

Yesterday I got this weird look from a friend of mine when I told her I still had all my Pokémon cards. It was an odd look and I asked: “You don’t like Pokémon?” Her answer was: “I did.” The tone of her voice was clear: she thought I was a bit childish. To be honest I kind of feel sorry for her. Since when is it childish to love Pokémon? To love your childhood? I was just about saying that I still kept the cards under my bed and that I still had lots of Pokémon figures somewhere in my room. But my math teacher cut us off since the class had started for 10 minutes ago. Afterwards I thought of all the things and stuff I still have which I probably “shouldn’t” have since I’m a teenager but I still got them because I don’t want to let go. I still got that teddy bear who I love more than anything. Whenever the world is being too much I still feel better after hugging him. Then of course I complain to Sidsel and she’ll call me bad names and say I grumble too much and afterwards she’d tell me she loves me. Personally I don’t find that childish. Besides the fact that I still got my lovely teddy bear by my side I also happen to have several Disney movies in my movie collection. In my opinion I don’t have enough. I turn 17 in less than a month and on my birthday wish list I’ve written: “Classic Disney movies on DVD”. My mom gave me the same odd look as my friend did but she only shrugged her shoulders and kept reading. She has told me who knows how many times that I’m too old for wishing Disney movies. My reply is: “You never get too old to watch Disney.” And now I’ll add a bit more: you never get too old for anything. Who on Earth has told you that you have to grow up before you ever get the chance to enjoy the childhood’s happiness? I’ve had the same math teacher for 7 years and he always said to me: “I’m not young anymore and I still haven’t grown up. And I never want to either.” All I can say is: me either…! Because, why should I…?