I used to sit in my room at night when I was young. I had this great floppy stuffed dog named Doogan that was as big as I was. I would sit there on my bed and clutch Doogan and cry because I didn't want to grow older. I didn't want the youth to end.
I remember losing my childhood too. It wasn't an awareness of time's passing or value, but rather a clean break from kid-dom to young adult-dom.
When I was 14 we moved from Cataldo, Idaho (population about 70 people) to Bloomington Minnesota, (population 93,000). I remember checking my armpits for hair while we driving out. I knew I was getting older, but it was sure taking its damn time.
Prior to moving I had a pretty carefree life and lived like a kid. After moving I didn't.
Neither good nor bad, but just the way it is. Now I can tell that I am passing again through a phase similar to that. I am no longer prime college age, but not yet full born adult either. We'll wait and see where this one takes us.
Good read, TEFL. Thanks.
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Thank you Time...your story also reminded me of one of those moments where I knew I had to keep moving forward, and I couldn't go back, no matter how much I wanted to. It's funny how having those thoughts as a child really stand out.