I had a happy childhood…….two parents who loved each other, enough food, a Cape Cod house, good health and even a cat. Nevertheless, I figured out by age 2 that childhood is greatly overrated. Everyday, I am consciously thankful that I am an adult.
Perhaps this explains why my teaching career of fifty years has gone well. I love kids and understand their plight.
Childhood consists of big people calling the shots for little people, a necessary arrangement, but, in my opinion, a situation that only gets better as adulthood is attained.
Here are ten of the thousands of reasons I enjoy being a grownup:
- I will never have to eat liver again.
- I can choose my own clothes.
- I don’t have to turn the light off at 9:00 P.M. when I’m in the middle of a terrific book.
- I can drive.
- I get to pick the vacation destination.
- I can vote.
- I can decorate my own living space.
- I can drink wine.
- I don’t have to hear the phrase,”What will the neighbors think?”
- I am free to follow my own muses.
Hang in there, kids. Childhood is only a temporary position, and Wendy does end up much happier than Peter Pan.
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