don't kid yourself.

if you used to commandere the living room to build forts out of blankets & chairs & "keep out" signs.
look out windows for far too long after you know what's out there.
if you cheered the jolly thieves as they escaped from the fuzz by a secret trap door in the floor of the barnhouse.
and the vulgar finger signals between the two drivers in front of you in traffic kinda makes you smile.
if reading some somber thesis of how obama's popularity can be a double-edged knife can't sour your relief.
if you wear bruises like relics of an adventure to be retold more dramatically each time.

wee little pink fluffy tiaras might not do it for you, but
you're a romantic is what you are.