I miss racing to touch the elevator buttons. I miss waking up and watching goofy cartoons. I miss waking up happy. I miss being out in the sun all day with no worries. I miss thinking 9:00 pm was late. I miss being tucked in with bedtime stories. I miss crying only when I would scrape my knee. I miss closing my eyes and giggling when someone kissed in a movie. I miss climbing the monkey bars at the park. I miss being the line leader at school. I miss yelling "cooties" when a boy would touch you. I miss being happy. I wish someone told me that those were the good old days. Why were we in such a rush to grow up? I wish I could go back for a day and tell myself to never take being a little kid for granted, Because those were the best days of our lives. Those were the days when we skipped over big words in a picture book. And played hopscotch in the drive-way like our lives depended on it. Now it seems like everyday is the same. Nothing changes. There's no spark of happiness throughout my day. We just sit inside on our phones. What happened to me?
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This is a perfect album rational fear called Gerascophobia. I’m not an expert or anything but maybe you should think of all the amazing things you can finally do when you grow older. Do you have anything you hope to do when you’re older? And who said you can’t still make fun memories, you’d be able to travel by yourself to go on adventures with your friends, you can climb mountains and go to rainforest and rollerblade. I understand how you feel because I have this fear but I tend not to dwell on the past and look forward for the future. When I’m older I hope to have a family and watch my kids play how I did. Maybe you should try that. I hoped this helped, sorry if it didn’t im not good at this stuff.