Personal Narrative: To Grow Up As A Kid

Often times, I see kids playing as grown ups, always hearing them wishing they’re older and wanting time to pass by so quickly. And all I want to do is beg them not to rush, to take time for themselves to flourish because they’re delicate flowers that need time to bloom to handle their future’s harshness -things I never did as a kid. Not surprisingly, I was exactly similar; the only thing I considered “cool” as a kid is to grow up. To grow up, everything was possible. To grow up, I would be living my dream. Unfortunately, my little, naïve self did not know any better.

As a kid, to me, time did not learn how to fly yet. Everything was so slow until it was too late. To my child self, childhood was an eternity never ending, but now I see it as
the blink of an eye. Nowadays, it feels as if I’m always in the constant state of running after time, begging it to slow down. As a result, I’ve learned to appreciate the time that I have- not viewing it as moving too slowly or too fast but just as perfect. Growing up, time passed too slowly because I wanted to become a teenager while being unaware of the loads it came with. Making my own decisions, and hanging with my friends alone were everything I dreamt of. However, becoming a teenager was nothing close. Things that were given to me were viewed as my own chores now. When I was a child, all I did was sit and play, but now I washed my own clothes, cleaned my room, washed the dishes and sometimes cleaned the house too! Not only was I forced to take on any responsibility, but also I had to be fully dependent on myself; the only person making my decisions was myself, which didn’t comfort me at all. Making my own decisions meant when people judged me, they judged what I chose for myself causing me anxiety. As children, no child judged another because everything was innocent, simple, and pure . Because of all those reasons, I always wished I allowed my child self to enjoy the present rather than think about the future.