Some things never change
You can move from one house to another. You can mature beyond your age. You can grow up as fast as fate allows. But sometimes the unavoidable gravity of youth pulls your face back to the spray of a springtime lawn sprinkler. There, you are still young. Still four years old. Still mid-kiss with an Elmo you still idolized. It doesn’t matter that when you were four your mommy and daddy set up the sprinkler for you. It doesn’t matter that you found an old sprinkler today at age 7 and hooked up everything yourself. It doesn’t matter that in three years you’ll be ten and probably fascinated with girls. What matters is that it’s hot today, you finished your first grade homework in record time, and mom and dad are too focused on work to keep an eye on what trouble you may cause.
What matters is remembering not to grow up.