Childhood and all that jazz

When I was a child (age wise) I never had a friend like Hobbes so it was not that epic but yes it was beautiful and now I am an adult and a bit of childhood has survived despite constant attempts of career to molest my inner child. And sometimes here and there this inner child in me comes out, I think he is claustrophobic or may be he is just annoying child who keep on prancing around and wont settle at one place. To be honest that seldom I am, it's a bit difficult to handle my inner child and that's exactly why I am looking for a hot young baby sitter for him (If interested, please contact). Coming to childhood days, I was a very stupid kid. I always wanted to be a bus conductor till class 5th, thinking it is a coolest job, you see, you travel all day in bus and get lots of coins to play with but then it was me. Young and foolish. I keep on revisiting my childhood not because they were so glorious or colorful but because there was some innocence that gone hung somewhere in the thread of time. When adulthood not only hit us but slaps on the face hard the first victim are our childhood dreams. We grow up, abandon our childhood dreams, start calling ourselves practical and live a mundane life. That's not how I thought I'ill live. Not that I wanted some 7 figure pay cheque but through out my simple life I wanted to be somebody and I am still not THAT somebody and not even close to being THAT somebody any time soon. I was just sitting and smiling on life while opportunities were passing by me, even begging me to drop a glance. But then it was me. Young and foolish. Today when I look back I wonder who drugged me, I swear somebody must have slipped some white powder in my food. Anyway, it's never too late to improve, quit or die. Or just write a blogpost  and carry on with your sorry life.

P.S: 22 years and still I dont know what THAT is. Maybe THAT is THIS. *cruel laugh*