You couldn’t pay me enough to go back to being a kid again… not unless you gave me different parents. Not that they were bad parents or anything but I had it kind of rough as a kid because I was the youngest and the only girl. My mom was/is a paranoid freak at times and drove me nuts while I was growing up. I moved out of my parents house on my 18th birthday because I just couldn’t take it. I would’ve moved out sooner but they wouldn’t let me. I liked school and had lots of friends (still friends with most of them today) but I wouldn’t want to go back.
Actually, I think I have the best of both worlds… childhood and adulthood. I have two young kids so being with them and playing with them makes me feel like a kid again yet I have adult responsibilities and freedoms too. It’s a good balance for me.
Although I’d make some changes in that statement such as, “I moved out a little after my 19th birthday” and I would change the line, “Not that they were bad parents or anything…” to “They were the worst sort of parents, not physically abusive, but mentally cruel, alcoholic/drug abusive mean rotten people who’s only joy in life was the misery of other people- particularly their children.”
Oh, I’d have to omit “…and the only girl” part, 'cause I’m a boy… at least I think I am…?
The rest of Rachelle’s quote I agree with 100%, except, come to think of it, I no longer associate with any of my childhood friends anymore. They are all burnt out losers, either in jail (3), dead (2), highschool dropouts (5), or the stereotypical 20 something waste of flesh…
hmmm, maybe I shouldn’t have borrowed Rachelle’s quote after all… sorry 'bout that.
No, no, no, no, and again NO. I wouldn’t mind the being a kid again part for a little while, but damn that growing up thing. I hated large chunks of my life from about 12-25.
My childhood sucked ass in a big way. I grew up in a bad neighborhood and was at the business end of more bullies than you could shake a stick at. My parents were demanding and distant, and my whole family dynamic was dysfunctional.
As an adult I can come and go as I please, watch any movies or TV shows I want to, drive anywhere I want to go, yada yada yada. Sure there’s stress and responsibility, but ya know what? There’s stress and responsibility when you’re a kid, too. I don’t stress about my late mortgage payment or defective hot water heater half as much as I stressed about algebra homework, and the possibility of getting a bad grade, and the possibility of getting grounded for getting a bad grade, and the utter contempt with which my classmates treated me, and yada yada yada…
There’s not a thing I miss about my childhood. End of story.
Except for being poor, I had a good childhood. The answer is still no.
The big reason being that when you are a kid, you have to hang out with kids. I hated children when I was one, I tolerate them now. Besides, if I were four again, my wife would stop having sex with me (and if she wouldn’t, I don’t want to hear about it).
Definitely not. Go back to having to do homework for two hours a night, associate with people whom you have absolutely nothing in common with aside from being the same age, eat horrible-tasting food and not be allowed to leave the table until you’ve finished every bite, have interfering busybodies asking you where your parents are if you go to the library or the shopping mall alone?
Not being allowed to be by yourself for even five minutes except in your own home, and often not even then??
I didn’t have a bad childhood, but there was a lot of fear…big dogs, other (mean) kids, being different, stuff like that. Also, stuff that adults rate as at best mildly annoying is a HUGE tragedy to a kid.
I like being a “Grown-up” (Though my sweetie may disagree I qualify sometimes). Stay up as late as you want, go out on “schoolnights”, ice cream for breakfast if you want… Give me adulthood any day!
Do you think being ‘adult’ means
that there is some rule that you have
to follow the one I speak of is having
to give up all the funthings you got to
do when you were little and now because
you’re big you painfully sit on the park
bench or painfully watch kids play
but don’t play because you
think you’re too big?
I would not go back and’re-live’ the poopy parts
of my life, but I sure as heck refuse
to stop doing the fun things I love.
I already said the things I enjoy doing
in my last post.
Sorry if that was a stupid question,
I just am wondering if society is really
becoming a no-fun boring horrible sad
place to live in, and from what I hear,
beer and sports, pubs/bars,
not being allowed to have any feelings
because I’m a boy,
stupid rules, I refuse to follow them,
they are not the law, so to
heck with them, life is too short
to be miserable and all ‘mature’,
I’m going outside now to jump
in the leafpile, see ya.
It starts of like this:
You are propelled into a pretty ugly world without having requested it. You can’t communicate. You can’t walk. You can’t read. You crap yourself. You get all sorts of horrible little illnesses, teething, and the like. You are scared of pretty much everything (the dark, etc). All you can eat or drink is milk. You have no say in where you are taken.
A few years later:
You are sent to an institution day after day for well over a decade. It’s a tough institution. You stand a good chance of being beaten up at least once. You are treated like scum. It’s authoritarian. It’s highly competitive, and you are forced to compete even at those things you don’t do well. You don’t get paid. You have to commute on the noisiest, most unpleasant form of public transport ever devised. You have to take your work home with you. And your colleagues are freakin’ CHILDREN! Noisy, smelly, spiteful, grubby, theiving CHILDREN!
I wasn’t particularly good at being a kid, but I’d be even worse at it now. Sometimes I’d like toi go back to school just for a day. I wouldn’t even need Maeglin’s rifle. I’d just give 'em a healthy dose of “adult”. I’d be expelled on the spot probably.
Childhood? Thank you, no. Now where did I put my single malt?
Nope, I wouldn’t go back to my childhood. If I could go back, I’d go back to when I was 26, mother of a toddler and a kindergartener. I’d go back to their childhood in a heartbeat.
I wish i could go back to age 4 and relive my entire childhood, even if i did get made fun of sometimes but still, i will take my childhood over adulthood anyday,
Go to school(free, parents taxes pay for it unlike college, college should be the same as a primary(k-2),elementary(3-5), middle(6-8) and high school(9-12) in all of those grade parents taxes pay for it and so college should be the same way but it’s not, wish it was but it ain’t but college should be like high school within the paying ways(tax payers money only(only on taxes), or they should add more grades in high school like a 13th, 14th 15th 16th grade then children(even though they may be past age 21 they’re parents money(taxes) pay for their schooling still).
have fun, go to friends houses, and no boring adult responsibilities(paying the bills on time, worrying about how much money we have and what we need to save(i paid the price on that with my teeth not most of my teeth are rotten to the core) and i never did brush my teeth after 10 yrs old and so i wish i could go back and change so i wouldn’t have any rotten and my body matured faster than my mind even though i was late in entering puberty(age 13-14) my mind was kind of stuck in between 10-11 yrs old and now my mind is 13 while my chronological age is 21( i was born on April 24, 1991 at 8:13 pm in Athens,GA) and my name is Casey Lee Anderson and i’m a guy, who would like to be a kid again.
Give me a day of being six years old again, and I think that would be heavenly. Make me relive childhood without the wisdom of I earned the first time through? Hell on earth.
Personally I think people who want to be kids again are crazy or just don’t remember what it was like. It sucked. I would never give up the freedom of being an adult. I don’t care what anyone thinks of me. I still have my stuffed animals. I still play games. That’s what being an adult means. I think if you surround yourself with only adult things and then are miserable with your life you have only yourself to blame. There is always some way to be young in life if you try.
I wish I were back in college sometimes. Granted, it wasn’t all good (I had to do a lot of work on myself over the last several years, plus building a career after college was hard).
But I felt safe in college, and I haven’t been able to recapture that feeling since. Plus when you are younger or in college, stuff has more meaning because you are learning who you are. As you get older stuff gets more repetitive and mundane.
I have absolutely NO desire to BE a kid. Having a 9 year old son means I already do a lot of kid-related activities, and sometimes it’s a lot of fun. But being 9 again holds no appeal for me at all.
Nor does being 25 and in the singles scene.
Now that I’m starting to get some of the aches and pains that come with age, I occasionally wish I were 5 or 10 years younger. That’s about it.
