Do you remember when you were young, and your parents would read bedtime stories to you?

(ok, at least mine did for a while when i got obsessed with bed time stories from watching too much american telly)

Do you remember being snuggled up in bed, under the blanket, the lights dim and feeling this unparalleled sense of security that came from the presense of whichever parent was there at that time? Because they seemed so big and tall that every monster our young minds could conjure would fear them?

And then do you remember that warmth you felt, the love that seemed to radiate from them as they read the whole book as you slowly drifted to sleep whilst getting lost in the world of dragons, princesses and unicorns?

How simple things were when we were kids. Food for thought.

I mean, all we had to worry about was when mother and daddy was going to come home with dinner, and whether the brat of a brother got to the tv first. We could do so many retarded things and get away with it; horrible table manners, walking around half naked and destroying things.

now. no amount of bed time stories and goodnight kisses can settle the problems we face. academic stress, peer pressure, relationships and financial woes. how much that changes over the years. scary.

of course i dont deny that growing up has it perks, but to be a kid again.. id- i'd give up my nice cozy bed!

ok that was alot of rubbish. but i really do miss being able to look forward to feeling a sense of total, and i mean total 100% security. even if its only for the course of a night.

where can you get that kind of feeling now at this age anyway? Security. precious thing that it is.

For some reaosn, i wish someone would read me a bedtime story tonight. wahaha okok i'll go.

hey i cant help it, im a kid at heart!


cause you are the strength when i feel weak
you helped me stand strong up on my feet.
cause you are the light that fills my life
you helped me through disease and strife.