Decisions, Decisions.

I've decided something. I refuse to grow up. I really, really do. And you can roll your eyes and say "Honey, you're still just a kid," all you want, but I'm just going to sit here and insist I refuse to grow up.
And yes, in the eyes of many, I am still just a kid. But that's exactly the point here. Another point that could be made is that I'm sixteen, and this is when most people stop wanting to grow up. But. I'm still going to vent about it.
I don't remember a time when I didn't want to be older. I always wanted to be older, to be able to "hang out with the big kids" (granted, my child mind didn't realize that when I was their age, they'd be even older), get a job, have a car and my license, be independent, and, oh yeah...have a boyfriend.
I "hang out with the big kids" now, I have my permit and I'm in driver's ed. I'm faced with the need to get a job, in order to pay for a car once I get my license. I have to be independent and responsible in my school work, and now begins the search for colleges. I've learned a lot (but really a microscopic amount in the scope of the world) about love and relationships and decided....heck, a boyfriend is the last thing I want. 
My ten year old sister walks around and laments about being a kid, wishing she was older. On one hand, I completely understand because I was there at one point in my life. But on the other hand, I want to sit her down, and explain to her that, "Hey, this growing up thing? It's not so hot."
I don't want to grow apart from my friends as we all come across new responsibilities, new people, and new situations. I don't want to have a job, a car, bills, college applications and essays, and so many other things that will become my new reality. I don't want the carefree, easiness of my childhood to slip away from me.
And yet, that's what I'm facing right now. I have to get a job. I have to get my license. I have to buckle down and focus on my school work to my best ability. I have to take more responsibility as an older sister. I have to be a good example.
And I really don't want to.
So I'm going to Neverland. I have a plane ticket. The flight is all booked. A one way ticket to never having to grow up. Plane leaves tomorrow. If you have gifts for Peter Pan...well too bad. You'll have to get them there yourself. I can only take one bag.