The End of a Childhood

As a child, we always imagine adulthood as this great and magical thing - we can do anything! We choose when bedtime is, we can eat whatever we want, and our parents no longer get to tell us what to do.

Why do we have this dreams? Because sometimes, childhood seems impossible. Tears fall because you missed your favorite cartoon. The world ends because your crayon snapped in half. In this picture, I was probably upset because I ended up having to use the pink bag (which also happened to be the smallest) while hunting for eggs.

As we get older, these dreams become less and less beautiful. You start staying up late because you can, and your parents usually don't care. You are able to make your own food. You can drive places, you have friends to waste hours and hours with...eventually, the magical world of our childhood has disappeared.

Turning 18 snuck up on me. I knew it was coming. I dreaded it coming. Suddenly...it was gone. I was 18. I was an adult. Are there more freedoms? I guess so. In all honesty, there isn't much of a difference. Well, I guess I look a little older, huh? ;) There are a lot of times where I wish to relive my childhood. I would cherish it so much more than I did...appreciate the hardships I had then. The friends, the classes, the memories...I will forever miss my early years, but now it's time to move on.

The world needs me, and I need the world.