I realized I was done being a kid when I couldn't do the monkey bars anymore. 

The second I sunk down into my shoulders, gripping on the bars above me, my feet hit the ground. 

Thud. Oh boy. This is new. 

And then it hit me. 

I was not a kid anymore. 

My mom got sad and almost cried. But me, I smiled from ear to ear. 

I was proud to be *too* tall for "kiddy things."

But now, boy I'd give anythign to do the monkey bars one last time. 

To feel weightless, limitless, and so strong. 

To feel like a powerful superhero crossing over a pit of lava. 

To feel the adrenaline of not letting go or hitting the woodchips underneath you.

To feel like the only worry in the world was whether or not you'd cross the pit of nothingness under you. 

I'd give anything to do the monkey bars again. 

And who knows, maybe one day I will.

Maybe one day I'll feel like that superhero again. 

The superhero who could defeat anything that came in the way of her success.

Maybe one day I'll feel those same giddy feelings I got as a kid. 

Maybe I'll taste some of that magic and everything will feel perfect in the world, even if it's just for a split second.