As we grow up, we often want to reach that age of adulthood, where everything seems soo much better than having to listen to our parents and clean our rooms. We want to be able to drive, to drink alcohol (legally, at least), and to be able to stay out all night without receiving twenty calls and texts from mom telling us to get home. We didn't want bed times, or curfews. We wanted candy for breakfast and movies all night.
Now, as an adult, I can honestly say I wouldn't mind going back to being that mostly care-free girl who listened to when bed time was, most of the time, and sometimes got away with eating candy for breakfast on Saturday mornings. Go back to being a kid when it meant waking up to birthday spankings or getting up at six a.m. on Christmas day to be awake before mom and wake her up by bouncing on her bed.
As kids, we always think that who we were friends with are who we would be friends with later on in life. We often made pacts with each other, telling one another we would be best friends forever or else we'd rather die. I want to go back to when I made those promises and packs with those friends to try to make even more of the time that we had together, especially for the ones who have already gone down their own paths.
Sometimes, our paths aren't alined with the people we care for the most. It's hard to deal with, but as a grown up, it's something you have to be aware of so that you don't get to hung up over it. It's usually for the best, and maybe you will still stay in contact, just not be as close as you were. I wanna go back to being a kid since we never seemed to worry about that, only thought and dreamed of how we would go through life together.
I want to go back to when all I wanted to do was run around the playground, wrestling around or playing on the equipment or swinging. I want to have the energy to get up at seven a.m. and not want to take a nap just to make it through the rest of my day, because geeez it's long.
I'd love to go back to my first crush, the first time I hugged him and ran around the playground with him. Only because I don't think I really took time to experience the puppy-love running through my veins, only thought about holding his hand at recess. How goofy is that?
Sometimes the stress of being older, getting things done, planning things out for the week to make sure you have time for other things, and paying all the bills, can be depressing. So going back to the times when that was the least of my worries seems a little bit like heaven. At the same time... It seemed there was more drama when I was younger.
I think I'd like to avoid that if I got another go at being ten again.
