I hated it when I was called a ‘little kid’, or when I
was told I was to young to hear something or go somewhere. I never thought I required a babysitter and I always
wanted to go to the parties the big kids went to. When I was five I wanted to be sixteen, now
that I’m sixteen, all I want is to be five once more. To run around outside and
not be concerned if I get dirty or destroy my outfit. To wear a striped shirt
under a patterned sweater vest with a plaid skirt and call it stylish. When it
was okay to play a ‘boys’ sport. At the time the shortest skirt you owned was
at your knees and anything shorter was ‘risky’. When you would take thousands
of hilarious pictures because you never minded who saw. Or when you could leave
the house without caring how your hair turned out. When you would go to the
beach and even though it was freezing you would beg to stay. When you would go
to karate class, because every little kid was signed up. When a Barbie doll or
hot wheels car would last you week of amusement. When boys had cooties, and
where from Jupiter. When you had a crush
on someone your best friend knew, and you knew if he liked you too. When you didn’t
care if someone was black, white, gay, straight, skinny or fat. When you could
eat and eat and eat and not feel guilty. When everybody was truthful, or when everyone
was the best artist. Take me back to then!
When I look around my school, around at the people in
my generation I still see the children they once were, but a grown up version. Now
instead of zooming down the street on their bicycle they are revving the engines
and honking the horns on their new cars. They are still getting tummy aches
from drinking too much the difference is it’s no longer juice rather its alcohol.
Likewise protection is still being used but it is no longer a helmet worn when
riding a scooter. The birthday parties still happen, there just not the same. Now
ether everyone or no one knows if you like someone and it’s absolutely impossible
to know if they like you back. Above all when did how you look become so significant,
when your little you aren’t concerned if someone is fat, skinny, curvy, straight,
wide or thin. So why do we care now? The only thing that has altered is age. So
why did we have to go and transform everything else? Why did our homework turn
from one page to ten? Why did our
emotions become so wild? Why did our classes start earlier and earlier? Why did
crying over a boy become so common? Why did stressing about grades turn into
first nature? Why did gossip become so viscous?
When you grow up almost everything changes. Some day’s
I still like to pretend I’m five again, I put on a funky outfit; don’t look at the
mirror before I leave. I ignore all the gossip and I laugh like crazy. I draw
with my crayons and I sing at the top of my lungs. I pretend boys still have cuties
and run when they come near. I eat pizza for dinner and ice cream for dessert
and I cuddle with my mumsie and watch movies. The day like that make me yearn
to still be five. Then there are the
days when you get A’s on all your papers. Friends and people you don’t know complement
your outfit. The boy you like asked you on a date, you go in his car and he
kisses you goodnight. When your family all gets along and enjoys each others company
and you make each other laugh. When the days just perfect and everything’s
right those are the days I like being a teenager, being grown up. However those
days are rare.
“Remember when you thought boys had cooties?
When friends were new, dreams were un-shattered an worries
few.
When recess was too short and life was too long.
Decisions came easily without need to belong.
When storks delivered the babies and passions weren’t so
strong
Friendships were un-broken; Right was right, and wrong
was wrong
When bad thing didn’t happen.
Only skinned knees brought tears & the night light
in its socket quieted all our fears.
When farewell meant just for summer and real friends didn’t
part.
When fun went on forever and never left a broken
heart.”
-Unknown
Wow, nice post. I remember those days, but I also remember not wanting to be little all the time, wanting to drive, wanting to be like the "big boys". Now, at 16, I don't necessarily miss being young... I had a great time in those simple days, but honestly, I could not be more excited for my life to come! College, graduate school, working a job, raising a family, etc. I know it sounds almost silly, but I really can't wait for that as well, and I know I can always look back on those simple, careless days with joy. :D
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