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.
Dreaming Without Having To Put In The Effort
This one is a little strange, but you know how when you're a child, you spend a lot of your time dreaming about what your life as an adult will be like? Like, how you'll live in a house with blue shutters and a white picket fence, be a famous actress, or Belle in the Disneyland Parade (because, duh), and have your own plane? Well the adult time is here — and, you actually have to work at your goals.
For some reason that I don't know, you can't just click your fingers and your 'perfect' future will be there, all wrapped up in a pretty bow. The 'dreaming' now has to be combined with 'doing', and I think I'll miss just being able to expect things to all work out without putting work in.
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