When I was a kid, Santa Claus was a jolly old man who generously gave gifts to everyone for free and the Tooth Fairy was a magical woman who happily gave money in exchange for teeth. It sounded strange then too, but when you're getting presents and money, you don't ask questions. But now, Santa Claus is a fat, but surprisingly fit, stalker, who "sees you when you're sleeping," and the Tooth Fairy is really your parents, who now expect you to pay them back.
I used to think about that time a lot, just because being at that age everything was so simple. No future to worry about. You were happily oblivious to everything. You were forgiven easily.
More recently, especially in the past two years, everything seemed to have become harder in contrast. This was the time to decide where you want to go in life, and how you can make it there without breaking your parents' wallets. Sometimes it's hard to get out of bed, because I already had an idea of how the day will go. And sometimes, it's hard to go to sleep, because I knew that I hadn't achieved the goals that I had set for that day. I felt frustrated, and a little pressured.
To the point where I wanted a wish. One wish to be a kid again.
Obviously, this could not happen, since my life isn't as interesting as Aladdin's. But if my wish was granted, by some sassy blue genie, with the voice of Robin Williams (because let's be honest, he's the best genie), would I be happy with the results?
I probably would have said yes last year. I could go back in time, be a little kid. Not stress about my future, and do easy math homework again! Hakuna Matata; no worries.
But, no. That part of my life is over, and it's time to move on. With these last few weeks of senior year coming up, and everyone getting prepared for college, I've come to accept it. Although I'm not a full-blown adult yet (still have yet to do my own laundry, and don't even get me started on cooking!), I'm on my way, excited and ready.
I used to think about that time a lot, just because being at that age everything was so simple. No future to worry about. You were happily oblivious to everything. You were forgiven easily.
More recently, especially in the past two years, everything seemed to have become harder in contrast. This was the time to decide where you want to go in life, and how you can make it there without breaking your parents' wallets. Sometimes it's hard to get out of bed, because I already had an idea of how the day will go. And sometimes, it's hard to go to sleep, because I knew that I hadn't achieved the goals that I had set for that day. I felt frustrated, and a little pressured.
To the point where I wanted a wish. One wish to be a kid again.
Obviously, this could not happen, since my life isn't as interesting as Aladdin's. But if my wish was granted, by some sassy blue genie, with the voice of Robin Williams (because let's be honest, he's the best genie), would I be happy with the results?
I probably would have said yes last year. I could go back in time, be a little kid. Not stress about my future, and do easy math homework again! Hakuna Matata; no worries.
But, no. That part of my life is over, and it's time to move on. With these last few weeks of senior year coming up, and everyone getting prepared for college, I've come to accept it. Although I'm not a full-blown adult yet (still have yet to do my own laundry, and don't even get me started on cooking!), I'm on my way, excited and ready.
