Growing Up

I’m in denial of the fact that I’m growing up. The thought of growing up is scary, and it’s difficult facing the fact - whether it’s for the better or worse. Although I may not act like it at times, I feel like I’m slowly growing to be more mature - my personality, my character, my opinions, my outlook on life, everything. I’m sure growing up has its perks, but there will be nothing else in the world comparable to a childhood. I miss being excited for Halloween. I miss the time when the biggest challenge was getting through the monkey bars. I miss the time when my only worry was feeding my Neopets. Those years are precious, and it’s a bummer that we only realize this afterwards. I find myself constantly reminiscing about those times when I was so little and care-free. I still remember particular scenes as a kid, significant or not, like they were just yesterday. It always brings a smile to my face, thinking about the childish things I did as a little kid. As the years go by, the thought of being a kid again grows to be more desirable yet further and further out of reach. Enjoy your youth while you can. It’s always a shame to see children trying to grow up faster. If only they knew.