Growing Up

I've always found solace in the idea that I would be one day old enough to do this or do that.  We always had something to look forward to as kids.  Whether it was being tall enough to ride a roller coaster, or old enough to drive, or old enough to see a PG-13 movie with our friends.  Age was a barrier it seemed.  We were barred from doing what we wanted to do because of the age restrictions.  As a kid it's tough to look towards the future and be mature enough to realize that with all of these new freedoms comes responsibility.  Cliché, I know.  I regret nothing from my childhood, though.  I had fun and it was a blast.  Those days don't last forever though.  As much as I want to slurp Kool-Aid and watch The Fairly Odd parents for three hours, it just can't be done now.  I hate growing up.  Nostalgia is always there to kick me in the face and say, "remember me?"  Before I know it, my Facebook page will be flooded with pictures of my friends weddings, kids, graduations, etc.  Tell me that's not a scary thought.  The reality is that were going to be saying, "Remember so and so from High School?  They're married now and have two beautiful children."  That day is just around the corner.  Time is funny like that.  Blink your eyes and you miss half your life.

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