When you’re a kid, you think staying up all night is the coolest idea in the world/when you’re an adult, you think staying up all night is the worst idea in the world.
When you’re a kid, you swear you’re going to be a cooler parent than your parents/when you’re an adult, you don’t care about being ‘cool’ nearly as much as you care about 15 minutes of peace and quiet.
When you’re a kid, shopping for clothes is torture/when you’re an adult (at least for most female-type adults), shopping for clothes is a hobby.
When you’re a kid, racial awareness and preconceived notions about other kinds of people take years to instill. When you’re an adult, these same awarenesses and notions take years to die off.
When you’re a child, you long for childish things. When you’re an adult, you put away childish things — and after sometime, grow nostalgic for those things again and then stupidly pay a premium to win them back again (in the original packaging) when you bid on eBay.
When you’re a kid, your parents’ music choices kinda sucks.
When you’re a parent, your kids’ music choices kinda sucks.
When you’re a kid, you feel as though you long for the days ahead.
When you’re an adult, you feel shorted on the days behind you.
When you’re a kid, anyone older than you on TV or the movies seem like real stars.
When you’re an adult, only the people who were famous when you were a kid seem like real stars.
As a kid, familiarality breeds content.
As an adult, it breeds contempt.
Stolen from SEINFELD:
When you’re a kid is, everything is “Up”: Grow up. Catch up. Run up. Talk it up!
When you’re an adult everything is “Down”: Slow down. I feel run down. Write this down.
At age 4, success is … not peeing in your pants
At age 12, " --" – " --"… having friends
At age 17, " --" – " --"… having a driving licence
At age 20, " --" – " --"… having sex
At age 30, " --" – " --"… having money
At age 40, " --" – " --"… having money
At age 50, " --" – " --"… having sex
At age 60, " --" – " --"… having a driving licence
At age 70, " --" – " --"… having friends
At age 80, " --" – " --"… not peeing in your pants
When you’re a kid, smow means no school. Yeee-Haaa!
When you’re an adult, it means you have to scrape off your car and sidewalks and somehow avoid all the idiots who can’t drive in the snow to get to work. Yeee-fucking-Haaa!
As a grown up, I can humbly ask permission to hijack this thread long enough to address this. Actually, snow (if it’s a significant amount) is fun for a day or two. The kids love it, it gives me a good excuse to stay in all day. It’s a good reason to make your favorite soup, stew or chili in the Crock Pot. It’s a great reason to make hot cocoa with marshmallows. The older kids in the neighborhood get a chance to make a few bucks shovelling walks. But when it’s been around for a freakin’ week and a half, like it has here, you get pretty sick of it.