i really really want to remain a child. i can't stand the thought of growing older and losing my imagination. i've lost so much of my innocence and joy just over the past three years it would send me flushing my eyes for a week to think of the vast amount of time that was wasted on petty games and television. the most wonderful gift in the world is the imagination and innersight that is given to children. imagine a world of numbers and graphs, a world where there is no laughter, but heckling and bidding, bartering and arguing. this is the world we have created for our adult selves. a time and place where imagination is no longer life, but a waste of time. dreams are no longer seen as a wonder that can be expanded and followed. our knowledge and minds are not growing as we age, but slowly shrinking. we are backing ourselves into a cave, pushing further and further down the whole until we can no longer see the light that made us happy as a child. please, don't let me grow up; don't make me watch as children are forced to abandon their hopes and friends for a dull grey book. the paper is to show you a size and be a place to plan your escape into the wonderland of imagination; do not let it's size restrict you. a hundred times over dinosaurs have wallowed in my tub. i've watched faces smiling and laughing from the chalkboard as a professors gabbed on. fairies flit about on the shoulders of the mindless passer-by. the world slowly fades into the jungle, with monkeys and colorful birds leading me away. the masts of my pirate ship rock and pitch as the bellowing cannon fire gives chase to a floundering merchant...