There are no written ways to arrive at this.
Growing up.

I thought just yesterday that
My Barbie had smiled at me,
My Dad was the real Superman,
I was the princess of a kingdom that I didn’t quite know of yet,
My grandparents would live forever,
A pillow fort was a mansion,
My stuffed animals listened when I talked,
Santa had always known exactly what I wanted,
I would one day get a pony,
And that I would always be little enough to swing in between my parent’s arms.

As I step into real life,
And out of my protective bubble,
I hope my parents look at me with pride.

And the little girl inside me,
Will look up at me with a feeling of relief,
That she can take her time.
To not worry,
We made it without the monster under the bed getting us.