I like being an adult just fine, but I have to admit, there are times when I say to myself, “Man, it was fucking great being a kid!”
I remember when I was a young teenager and during summertime I would have so much energy I wouldn’t know what to do with it all. Every single day was jammed with every possible type of activity open to a youngster.
I’d hang out with several different friends in a single day, go swimming, bikeriding, play basketball and baseball, play games, talk for hours, listen to music, meet new people at the hang-outs and much more-all in a single day often. It was all so fluid and carefree and uninhibited.
Nowadays if I do one or two activities during the weekend i’m happy.
Wanna play GI Joe , Superfriends, or video games all day? Go for it!
Wanna ride you bike across town to grab a Coke. No problem.
Wanna play football for hours every day at and after school? Why not?
Now, I can afford to buy a bunch of Coke if I want, but I have to buy 12 or 24 at a time, coz I don’t have time to enjoy the trip to the store anymore.
Nope. I love being an adult. All free choices and all the responsibility and consequences of those choices. Love it.
My childhood didn’t suck. It had ups and downs, like most.
I just love being in charge of my own life and having the sort of fun that isn’t possible when you’re a child. Nothing I did in my childhood comes anywhere near the great times I’ve had as an adult.
I miss some things about childhood, but my adulthood has more things I like, overall, I think. I miss how easy it seemed to be to make friends, and I miss playing outside and making up whole worlds to play in, and I miss the energy. I miss sleeping easily. I don’t miss being told what to do, I don’t miss arguing with my mom, and I don’t miss any aspect of any math class. I don’t miss being bored out of my mind in school… though come to think of it, it was good prep for much my working life.
You could not pay me enough to be any age between 12 and 22 again.
I prefer the rigors of being an adult, some of which I can pretend to control for some of the time, to the rigors of childhood, which left me shaking, crying and wanting to kill myself.
Heck, no. Even when it was good – and I had a pretty good childhood, overall – it wasn’t as good as being an adult.
Children are powerless. Even if your life is currently sucking as an adult, at least the suckage is probably to some extent under your control. If you can’t fix it, you can make it a little better, even if only by adjusting your attitude. Kids rarely have that ability or opportunity.
I HATED being a kid. Being smacked around every time I saw my dad was hell. Lying awake at night wondering if your going to get a “visitor” was worse. No amount of money in the UNIVERSE could make me want to relive that hell again.
There were good and bad things about my childhood: Good things:
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[li] Not having to worry about things like paying bills[/li][li] Having lots of energy[/li][li] Having plenty of toys to play with[/li][li] Having more dreams and ambitions about my future, before learning more about the “real world” and having some of these goals thwarted because of this realization[/li][/ul] Bad things:
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[li] Being bullied and harrassed in school[/li][li] Mean teachers[/li][li] Homework[/li][li] Getting in fights with my sisters[/li][li] (Echoing Jodi’s comments) not having as much power or control over dealing with unpleasant situations[/li][/ul]
I wouldn’t say I “miss” my childhood. I had a good one and can reminisce fondly. I like both worlds. Each has its ups and downs, but it’s all part of the continuum called “My Life”.
Hm. The only thing I really miss was having the time and energy to read through enormous stacks of books during the summer. The rest of it was mostly dull and annoying.
Yeah, I miss the energy and enthusiasm, but I wouldn’t trade that for the powerlessness I felt as a child. And I knew it too, since I was rather intelligent.
On the other hand, I am painfully reminded of the fact that I don’t have that certain “spark” and a lack of pain I have been lacking for 17 years or so. I got a feeling of that back on Vicodin* :eek: