I was sitting on a park bench and some children were running around me playing a game that I did not understand and did not care for, because watching them all I could think of was the carelessness in which they acted.
They just ran about jumping on things, climbing things and picking things they shouldn’t pick and they did not care for anything, they did not care if they got injured, they did not care that they could get infections, they were just having fun and I was ruining my evening being worried for them.
It took me back to when I was a child and did not care and I remembered how I envied adults and wanted to be an adult, wanted to be independent and have control over my life. You know what the adults never told us, it’s not fun. It’s not fun growing up ain’t fun. Being independent, in control of your life is just too much. Life gets real.
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