"Sharon, go do your homework." Mother would order me and I would frown and mumble and grumble all in a bid to ditch the homework and get on with my favorite cartoon.
Sigh, those days.
I remember sitting by the window at night and making a really long list of things I would do as a grown up.
Boyfriend?
Ew, gross.
Get a car?
Definitely.
Get my own place?
For sure! I can't have mom breathing down my neck.
Go on expensive trips with my best friends?
Yay!.. and lots more.
Back then, being grown up, doing grown up stuff seemed a lot of fun. I was eager to have huge responsibilities weigh me down.
Little did I know.
I turned 13 and I felt ready to be a super grown up. I began to indulge myself in the things I felt grown-ups do. I was ready to take on the world by storm.
You can't really blame me for being to eager to grow up and not eager to enjoy my childhood days. I barely remember having a fun childhood.
I was always told to be a grown and mature child by mother. Always not to be caught doing the silly things that kids my age back then would do, so I had the thought that being grown up was actually something to be proud of.
I am 25 years old and I wish everyday that I could turn back time and be a child again, this time to make memories that last forever.
If wishes were horses they say, beggars might ride.
THE END.
This is my first post here. Thank you all for reading.
