I turn 18 tomorrow. I've been waiting for this day since, well, a very long time. Now that I'm almost there, I'm starting to think back about being a child. You know what? I miss it.
I want just one more day to walk through the halls of the house I grew up in. I want to run around in the really big yard we had, climb the apple tree and hang from it like a sloth. I want to go to the Butler Building (the LCFPD tore it down, the pricks), pick up shingles from the ground and throw them like a frisbee.
I want to be carefree, not have a worry in the world.
When I was little, I wanted to be a grown up, I didn't want to be a kid. Now that I am growing up, I realise that growing up sucks. Being a child rocks. You don't have to worry about as much stuff, have fewer responsibilities and summer vacation is the happiest few months that ever existed. Apart from winter break of course.
When I went out to lunch with friends today, we mostly talked about TV shows we used to watch. Arthur, Fairly Oddparents, Hey Arnold!, Rugrats ect. . . God those were some good times.
Being a child rocked, growing up sucks. And I am positive that I'll someday want to be a teenager again. "Paying my own bills? Bah! Give me the days when I was in High School!"



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