Since I was a kid I have always wanted to be older. I always thought the older I got the better life would be. But little did I know my 7 year old life was actually perfect. My mom was taking care of me and I didn’t have to worry about anything. Homework was easy friendship problems were solved with candy. Life was at its finest. I was creative and adventurous and more confident in myself than I’d ever be. As I grow older all of this is starting to change. I have become less creative because all fantasies have been ruined and I’ve woken up. Santa is no longer real and the tooth fairy doesn’t exist because I have no more baby teeth. All of my greatest imaginations have been long forgotten. I’ve become less adventurous because of all the extreme dangerous I’ve come to realize surround me. I no longer love the same things I use to as a kid. Like rain . The rain brought such joy because you can go outside and play in it and pretend that you can take a shower while you splash in puddles with your rain boots. All the best adventurous happened in the rain. Now the rain isn’t the same. I only look forward to rain because I’ll get good sleep but otherwise it doesn’t excite me like it use to. But every once and awhile it’s nice to smell the rain it always brings me back to the old days. And the confidence I had feeling like I could take on the world. Feeling like I was the strongest thing to ever walk the planet. But sadly times have changed. There’s social media now and there’s way to many people to compare myself to as well. I sit on a tiny screen and scroll for hours even though it’s extremely unhealthy I’m now addicted. The sad part is I’m not even that old it’s only been 10 years since I was 7. And yes my mother is still taking care of me for the time being. But this year I graduate. And I’m not sure I’m ready. To go off to college and experience this ugly world for what it is all alone. Or maybe it won’t be ugly. Maybe I’ll see the world and myself like I did when I was 7. Maybe I’ll be adventurous and discover new opportunities maybe I’ll be creative minded and invent something and maybe I’ll get my confidence back and be as strong as I was then. Maybe one day when it starts to rain I won’t just go to sleep, maybe I’ll pretend to take a shower and splash in a puddle or two with my big girl boots. Maybe I’ll stop becoming such an ADULT.