chasing childhood.

Isn't it tragic how we spend most of our childhoods pretending to be adults? Armed with cute faces and innocent eyes, we have almost anything at our disposal. Instead we spend our free time envying the big kids and "playing house." As far as we are concerned being a grown-up is about being cool, driving a car and staying up past nine o'clock.

As a kid, I was really excited about getting a job and I knew I wanted to be a librarian. Why I was attracted to the field is beyond me, but I knew it was my calling. I set up a library in my room, organized the books by title and invented a make-shift dewey decimal system. Calling my parents up the stairs, I insisted they check a book out, but warned about what would happen should they be late to return it. Oh my.

Now that I have finally reached adulthood, I have figured what it is really all about -- bills, work and responsibility. I am suing Barbie and The Game of Life for false advertisement. How did they convince me that being an adult was so much fun?

I am griping about adulthood because we visited Hyde Park today. Hiding in a sea of lush green fields we found the Peter Pan Playground. A pirate ship was the center of attention, complete with hanging ropes and even a plank. Fun looking obstacles surrounded the ship and a shreded tire bedding buffered any falls. Since we were grown-ups without children, we weren't even allowed into the playground. Harsh.

We were able to take a step back in time with a visit to the Peter Pan statue. Naturally we all took turns posing. Also, a trip to Hamley's (London's answer to F.A.O. Schwarz) provided a little waunder down memory lane. I put together a slideshow so you can follow my nostalgic few days.

Try not to tear up... being an adult has its perks too. For example...you can go on all the rides at Disney World?