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Hold On to the Kid In You
Merry-go-rounds. Roller skates. Care Bears. All remnants of my childhood, and yet still friendly reminders of my past. In my short existence, I have faced many trial and tribulations yet it was my greatest challenge to grow up- to discover that there would be a time when friends would no longer want to come over and play with my new Barbie that talked when you pressed her stomach. Instead, they would want to apply the typical loud colored lipstick, magenta, with matching eye shadow.
Growing up is different for everyone; some even welcome the awkward transition from child to adolescent. For me, it was an unfriendly reminder from Father Time. I wanted to run barefoot through my backyard picking the growing dandelions, then blowing the fluff off and making the accustomed wish. I wanted to ride my Power Wheel jeep just a few moments longer. I didn't want to take on the new responsibilities that would accompany this "growing up" business.
The first sign of my budding maturity was my mothers' decision to make me my brother's all-time baby-sitter. Instead of me being the one watching cartoons while lazily enjoying the summer day, I had to make sure that my brother was breathing. I didn't want to be the one in charge, not just yet. Of course, I pushed everything "adult" far away from me in this point of my life. I didn't want to accept my birthday presents that consisted of Just For Teens makeup kits and other equally girly products. I started to act more childish then I already was, or at least that's how my mother claimed I was. I tried to influence my friends that my swing set was so cool, not layering on the make-up and trying to grab the attention of a few males. I knew then that I had taken my hi-jinks a bit too far when my friends decided to continue on their maturity, leaving me with a pile of worn dolls and toys.
The responsibilities kept coming, from a new job to continued school work. Once I had reached high school, I had accepted this new power and felt that maybe this growing up thing isn't so bad. That was my first step to conquering my challenge, I needed to realize that I could still "grow up" without abandoning the part of my childhood attitude that adults seem to forget so often- being fun, happy, and carefree.
I am now ready to continue my ongoing growth and anticipate fully conquering my fear of adulthood by going away to college. I can be responsible and still have fun, right? Everyone enjoys being a big kid sometimes, and I hope that you don't forget that. Article provided by 
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