I want to be an adult. When you’re ten years old, you have to listen to grown-ups. I just want to eat ice cream whenever I want. All of my money will go to new toys. No more school. I make all of the rules. I can see friends whenever. Sleepovers and pizza every single night. Being an adult is fun.
I want to be a kid again. I’m tired all of the time, and I wish all of the naps I cried through I stopped myself and closed my eyes. Everything costs money. Before I know it, it’s time to pay on the mortgage, car insurance, and please God can we stop going through food so fast? I reach the cash register after thirty minutes of shopping, and the screen yells, “$250” at me. I miss my parents. I wish I could hear their voice again, even if they are scolding me. I know everything was out of love. I miss my friends. We’re all super busy with work and our new lives. You develop a future with someone, and it feels like everyone else becomes lost at sea. I thought school was annoying until I started working in an office cubicle and someone twenty years younger than me is telling me to hurry up. I don’t want to hurry up.
Time went by too fast, and I want to do what my child is doing right now: dreaming.