Growing Up

I'm a bit sad when I think of all the pleasures I had growing up. Now, I'm not talking about sweets and biscuits, those are ephemeral. I'm talking about the feeling of having no care in the world. That youthful, unrestrained, exhilarative sensation that makes you do whatever you want, however you want, at whatever time suits you. Money was designed to be spent. Life was a very big amusement park, and time was the giant Ferris wheel. Tomorrow was a never-to-be-used term, never to be given even a passing thought, until it becomes today (except of course, when tomorrow was your birthday…).

Then, life was really good. Too bad I had to grow up.

I think growing up was like a slap on my face. All of a sudden I was expected to save??? I was expected to see what tomorrow was going to be like before tomorrow even comes? As if it isn’t hard enough thinking about the next half hour. I was expected to spend my time wisely? I was expected to work; to strive; to labour; to sweat!! Jeez!! I didn’t bargain for any of this. Really! Can’t I just remain a kid? I want to remain a kid. Now I know what Peter Pan must have felt like.

I need my kid years back. Now!