When I was a little kid I LOVED to play dress up. I'd don the blanket like a saree, wear high heels, slap on some lipstick haphazardly and put up my hair in what i thought was an elegant chignon. I had tea parties with my imaginary sophisticated friends and for a few hours I revelled in the feeling of being in control. I was an adult and the world was my playground. I could be one of those fancy ladies in suits that carried those very official looking briefcases or I could be a pilot and soar over the seven seas. The point was, I was a big girl and no one could tell me what to do.
Looking back now it's hard not to be jealous of my younger, simpler self. All I had to worry about was a fifteen minute extension on beddy-bye time and whether or not i could eat TWO scoops of ice-crem.
I miss the feeling of being deliriously happy.
