Growing up is fun, but it's so hard to find yourself. You're meant to figure out what you want to be and do when you can't even figure out what to wear in the mornings. I know I am still young, but I spent must of my young life wanting to be the age I am now. I wish I had known to enjoy being young. When I was little my one worry was figuring out who I was going to play with the next day and now, out of nowhere, I have 'responsibilities'.
The shocking with growing up is that the change is gradual. When did I stop climbing the monkey bars? When did I stop believing in santa? Where did my dummy go? Someone please tell me the time and place I grew up because I have no clue as to when this happened.