On my 18th birthday, the day that I was officially declared an adult, I suddenly knew how Peter Pan felt. I didn’t want to grow up; I wanted to stay a child. I wanted to suddenly press “rewind” and go back to when I was still a little girl, more worried about how I would pay for another Polly Pocket than getting into college. Don’t get me wrong — I was happy that I was a full-fledged adult, but I was also a little sad that my childhood was officially over. Well, actually, according to my grandmother, my childhood, “was over a long time ago.” Whatever what means. Here are 5 reasons I’m happy I’m now a grown up, as well as 5 things I’ll miss about being a child.
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