C is for

Cold * Children

Someday, I'll have a party, and I will invite everyone I knew when I was a child.

They'll bring their kids, if they want to, and we won't reminisce, because that will bore the children. It will be the most fun party anyone has ever been to, and when they leave, I will clean up the mess and sigh and sigh and sigh.

The sighs will be mostly happy, but also a little bit sad, because we won't be children anymore, even though being together will make it seem that way, just a little, for just a moment.

We will believe in the magical power of the blue M&M's and we'll giggle nervously at the boys we know and we'll play dress-up and pretend we're growing up to be princesses.

And when it snows, we will go out and make angels.