As a child, I couldn't imagine a day going by without playing with my favorite toys or watching an episode of Rugrats. It didn't seem possible at the time, but obviously, I don't revolve my days around Nickelodeon cartoons or Barbies anymore. However, there are a few habits from my childhood I thought I grew out of. I didn't.
For example, I was pretty positive that I only had an interest in "grown up" shows like HGTV's "House Hunters" and NBC's "Friends." I became giddy when there would be a marathon of TLC's "Say Yes to the Dress." Then I discovered that watching shows I grew up with like "Lizzie McGuire" made me nostalgic and happy. I suddenly found myself loving when a show I watched when I was little came on or Netflix added it to their collection. Apparently I didn't grow out of watching kid shows and that's okay because sometimes you need to watch them and remember how you felt watching them as kids.
Ever since I was six months old I had a habit of sleeping with a stuffed animal. Snoopy to be exact. Like most kids he was my security blanket and I couldn't to go to bed without him. As I got older I didn't need him as much, but I didn't want to outgrow him. Instead of putting him up on a shelf in my closet as a memory from my childhood, he stays in my bed. That's a habit i'm just not willing to give up. Not yet at least.
Getting older means you eat better food. Salmon and spinach instead of Kraft macaroni and cheese. Salad and filet mignon instead of baby carrots and chicken. I was sure I would never regress to childhood foods since my taste buds have changed. However, I find myself making macaroni and cheese with hot dogs (a childhood meal my mom made) quite often. Sometimes you just can't grow out of comfort food.
I had a habit of throwing tantrums. I'm sure a lot of kids were worse, but I would throw one a couple times a month. Mostly, I'd get upset and throw all the books off my bookshelves and barricade the door with them. I had a lot of books. It wasn't until I was entering middle school that I was certain I grew out of this habit. Then college came. With the added stress of extra paper and final exams, I'd have a mini tantrum to myself alone in my dorm room. It would only last a few seconds but it certainly happened. Then I'd take a few deep breaths and finish my work. Tantrums are a habit I wish I definitely grew out of.
Although I thought I grew out of all my childhood habits, some stuck around for a few more years. I'm sure I'll move on from watching "Scooby Doo" and eating macaroni and cheese on a Saturday morning, but who knows. I guess I'll just have to wait and see.