When I look on my own childhood, I truly understand how much I miss those untroubled days with no tasks. When I was a child I felt my parents controlled my life. I wanted to be authorized to make my own choices and do the things that I wanted to do.
Where has the time gone? It looks as if I have just woken up to find myself with responsibilities and stresses; and I wish I had one more chance to experience my childhood days again, though the thoughts are now a distant remembrance.
You may never realize what you have until it has passed. When I was a child I wanted to grow up into an adult in charge of my own life. Now I try to recapture my youth in every reasonable way likely.
I have noticed, through watching and listening to now generation children that they too are eager and want to be treated as a grown up. They always question why they are not allowed to do this or do that. They choose not to listen, but would rather argue.
Adulthood comes with its own accessories of duties and chores, but as a child you can be unconscious and only see the external shell of being an adult.
This Post is written for Day#15 of NaBloPoMo which challenges you to a blog post every single day in November. This is a great opportunity to publish posts daily, meet other bloggers, and try something new.
I write a lot, which keeps me off the streets and out of trouble. There is always something to write about, always a new story to craft. Not writing, for me, is like trying to hold back a sneeze. Learning to write was the most powerful influence in my life. I can still remember the awe I felt when I realized I could put real words onto paper and tell out a story. From that first ‘a-ha’ moment I knew I wanted to write.
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