I loved camp. I would save every dollar I earned babysitting so I could spend a week
I remember being excited for college. I told my aunt I would love college because it would be like camp that lasted all school year long. She said it kind of was, but it entailed something called studying, as well. I didn't bother too much with the studying part, so college was great. Not just a week, but entire semesters at a time away from my family and thinking I was living on my own. Ah, the innocence of youth.
I do enjoy working, it suits me. I need to occupy my time with something other than my own thoughts. But sometimes I think of working somewhere that would feel like playing. Working at a camp or a college in a Neverland of sorts. Where although I grew old, without the wrinkles, no one could tell. Where I wouldn't have to be tactful or diplomatic, but could be myself and never worry about losing my job over it. Childish dreams never die with me, they just recycle. I'm perpetually battling adulthood.