S Club last night.
I relived a little part of my youth that was, undeniably amazing. However, as I was watching Bradley, Jo & a much fatter Paul from S Club 7 sing tired classic pop songs, I realised, things have moved on for a reason.
The past, in all it’s glory, is amazing but, it’s over. We all miss being a kid - the simplicity, the innocence. When I was listening to S Club 7, we were learning the dance moves and I looked like this:
9 years old I was. I had a boyfriend. Ah, Gavin Sneddon. I miss thee. 9 months we were together. He broke my little heart when he left me for Kristi Freeman, bitch. What I mean by all this is sure, I miss dancing around my bedroom to S Club and I won’t lie, it was amazing to do this again. I willl admit, I was just listening to Aaron Carter’s version of ‘I Just Can’t Wait To Be King’ from The Lion King.
But, as nice as being 9 was, watching S Club yesterday I realised I’m so happy I’ve grown up.
