The more I think about what I want to be when I grow up—who are we kidding, I am pretty much a “grown up” now—the more I realize how much I am still a child. I like the simple things. I don’t like going to the doctor alone, and I still thoroughly enjoy trips to the zoo. When did I get to be almost 20? Now for those of you over 20, I’m not calling you old. I suppose this is a sort of late-teenage crisis. I feel like my life is just flying past me, and all I ever want to do is stay up late and eat popsicles. (Wouldn’t that be the job of a lifetime if I could get paid to do that?) Of course, I like to pretend to be older to. I like to swipe my credit card (maybe a little too much) at the store. I like planning fancy vacations.I still think its cool to have checks with my name printed on them. Grown up life sounds kinda fun… But it is in no comparison is it to being a kid. And I’m not quite sure if I’m ready to make the transition.
I practically beg Eric every free day to take me to Newport Aquarium to walk over Shark Bridge—honestly, does that not just sound awesome? He takes me to the zoo every chance he gets. Maybe I’m indulging in these “child-like” things because I’m afraid I’ll never get them back. When is the next appropriate age to go to Disney World and meet the princesses? When I have kids and have to take them myself? Then I have to share…I want a picture with Mulan all to myself, okay? I mean…I’m sure I’ll love my kids, but seriously… I am constantly finding myself in between ages. Between ages 13 and 30…I’m usually the only one that age attending all these “kid” events. But when do you really get too old to fly kites at Jacobson Park during the kite festival? I mean really… I don’t like growing up. I still want good ole’ fashioned birthday parties with balloons and ice cream cake—I don’t want some fancy sit down restaurant so some random waitstaff can sing to me. I don’t even know those people.
I still like going to the park and just breathing in the sun. I like riding my bike down hills as fast as I can, and playing in the rain sounds awesome! But I’m sure that all the younger kids in the neighborhood would probably question my sanity, which totally isn’t fair. I still like to the go pet store to look at the puppies and cats. I still fancy a double scooped ice cream cone from Baskin Robbins. I will window shop at Build A Bear Workshop, and yes, I will leap for joy for when I see a new bear in stock.
I guess the point is: I feel like a lot of times people just let their youth run away from them. Personally, I feel the strain of society constantly asking me to be more mature. Of course, I will suffice. But, I’m not willing to give it all away anytime soon. I have plenty of days in the future to be mature and worry about bills and timeshares—or whatever you adults do now-a-days. I will laugh out loud when I want to. I will say “That’s What She Said” when its appropriate and I will still push off to ride the grocery cart on the way to my car at the store. Hey…I’m only 19. I have an estimated 67.1 years to be old (according to the Social Security website)…I’m not ready to grow up just yet.
Thanks for reading,