Childhood. Ah, I remember you as clear as yesterday. You were certainly my truest friend throughout the years--with you, I could do anything. I could be anything.
Do you remember that for every white rabbit you saw, there was a hole with Wonderland awaiting you close by?
Do you remember when those shimmers in the air on a really hot day was actually Tinkerbell, trying to give you some pixie dust?
Do you remember seeing something out of the corner of your eye, and automatically you knew it was something from an enchanted forest just waiting for you to follow?
I do. I remember it all. Back then, imagination was the true form of currency. What are these "checks" and "credit cards" you speak of? All I need to do is think really hard, and I'll have some gold to give you!
But those days are over. We are not allowed to be the princesses we dreamed of so desperately; the knights we trained so hard to be. The sky is blue now; not any color we wished it to be. Clouds are not marshmallows, but water droplets. Animals do not speak. There is no such thing as monsters hiding under our beds or closets.
It is painful to say a final farewell to any friend, especially one who has been with us for so long. All our lives, our Childhood has been there; accompanying us to the first day of school, where we learned that not everyone wants to look at your Scooby Doo backpack or your Pokémon cards--regardless of your special-edition shiny Pikachu. Childhood was there when we needed it most, promising that there would be other times to fly on a magic carpet with Aladdin or cast spells with Harry.
Now are the days where the price of gas is more important than how many Yu-Gi-Oh cards were in a deck. Now are the times where you have to hide what's on the inside for favor of what's on the out--and whatever is on the outside had better be socially acceptable. Now is when you must pretend you can sit through whatever horror blockbuster is coming out, as compared to sitting at home on a Saturday morning and watching the cartoons as you eat pancakes while wearing your favorite pajamas.
Think back to your Childhoods now, all of you. Yes, all the way back, as far as your memories will let you go. Are you there now? Find that one memory you hold dearest to you--the one with the most magic. Now take it in your hands and look at it; memorize every single detail you can. Are you done? Good. Take that memory--be careful, Childhood memories can be tricky and try to run away to play some more!--and put it in a chest. Lock the chest up, but keep the key. Whenever you are feeling down, open up that chest and look at the memory once more.
Remember the greatest, more cherishable moments of your Childhoods. Remember them always, and remember them well. For now is the time where Childhood is taking its leave; slipping away as silently as the Tooth Fairy did when she brought you money for that tooth your best friend accidentally knocked out with a stick when you were pretending to be ninjas; as masterful as Santa Claus when he was hiding the presents beneath your Christmas tree.
I will always remember you, Childhood, and yearn for you. I may not want to grow up now--yes, I would much rather stay in this oblivious and innocent Neverland you brought me to so long ago--but I am afraid that now is the time for us to part. You were the best friend any little kid could have, and I thank you for the adventures you gave me.
I thank you for showing me that dragons and unicorns do exist, regardless of what Mommy and Daddy said.
I thank you for letting me be myself and for not caring if my clothes weren't the latest style or not knowing the most popular band.
I thank you for telling me that, yes indeed, magic is everywhere. You just have to look for it.
But most of all, Childhood, I thank you for being helping me deal with growing up. It's going to be difficult, I know, but I promise I will never forget you. I will never forget the lessons you taught me, or the friends you helped me to gain.
Thank you, Childhood. I hope we will see one another again.