I’m 20-years-old, in my final year of university and am (unfortunately) thinking about my plans for the future. But if you stopped me at any given time and said “hey, if you could watch any movie right now, what would it be?” you can be damn sure my answer will be one of the High School Musical movies.

My eagerness to relive my childhood has been a hot topic of conversation amongst my friends recently, possibly because of the Harry Potter bed sheets I bought just before we moved into our new house for our final year of University. “You do know you can’t bring a guy home with those bed sheets, don’t you?” They say. And yes, I do know that, but here’s the thing – I couldn’t care less. See, what my friends don’t seem to realise is that I’m holding back. The only reason I stopped watching kid’s TV was because my dad said he was going to stop paying for the package and, in that moment, I found some form of self-respect and didn’t beg him to keep it. The amount of times I feel the urge to defend Sharpay Evans for her actions is almost on a daily basis at this point (Troy and Gabriella had no right to get the lead parts – the theatre is Sharpay’s whole life, they don’t even care about it), but I won’t go into it because I’d rather not have people see that side of me. I’m really doing the world a favour by keeping myself on a firm 52 instead being the full 100 that I know I can be.

What’s the problem with being immature, anyway? I’m not doing anyone any harm. If I want to cry at the final episode of Phineas and Ferb, then I will do so in the privacy of my own bedroom. And if I go out of my way to find a movie I haven’t seen in over ten years, which almost definitely isn’t as good as I remember, then that’s my business and I’d like to be left to it, thank you very much.

I do realise that I probably can’t be like this forever; in 25 years, I don’t want to be known as the creepy woman with that huge collection of childhood memorabilia. But, the fact is, your childhood is often the best time of your life, so it’s only natural that you’d want to relive it whenever you can. The world is a scary place and my life is probably only downhill from here, so let me life, and my final year of University, okay?

I promise that I won’t embarrass any future kids I have by trying to make them and all their friends watch The Cheetah Girls trilogy (although, it is amazing), but that’s a long time away. For right now, just know that when the new Incredibles movie is released, you will find me shoving kids out of the way to get the best seat.

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