This may sound silly, and perhaps it is only a byproduct of the rut I seem to be stuck in, but lately I've been thinking a lot about my childhood and how much I miss it. I know I'm crazy, because when I actually lived my childhood, it wasn't so great, and looking at the big picture, I know I have it better now. My mom and I didn't have a great relationship, I had very, very few friends, and I depended on everyone for everything (something that is NOT true of me, now...)
But now, as a working adult, full-time student with bills to pay and a mouth to feed (mine), my carefree childhood days seem so distant and forgotton. I think most of us take our childhoods for granted, but I think it is inevitable. How can we know what we're missing until we're old enough to miss it? As kids, we can't wait to grow up, and once we get there, we spend our days reminiscing of our kid years. Of course, adults were always there to tell us "Don't take this time for granted...these are the best years of your life...don't grow up too fast, you've got your whole life to be grown," but we didn't care... We always thought the grown-ups didn't know what the hell they were talking about. Turns out, they did.
As human beings, are we really so dense that we can't appreicate something until we're old enough to realize that it's gone and we're never getting it back?
I don't even think that childhood was the best time of my life. I firmly believe that those years are still ahead of me.
Truer words have never been spoken. The grass is always greener on the other side.
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