I remember the good old days when all that troubled my mind was completing my chores, running around outside, and playing video games. I never really had to worry about money or deadlines (except mowing the lawns every Saturday and any homework I may have had). Nor was I greatly concerned with the newest games coming out, as I was content with what my brother and I could finagle our parents into buying us. I did not even care about computers then, either.
Ah, but now I have to work, pay bills, take care of errands, find out about the newest and best games, resurrect my computer (I am using my parents' computer at the moment), and squeeze in play and excercise. This is part of everyone's adault life and I am not really complaining, merely stating the facts and making the oh-so obvious observation that life was so much easier as a kid. We didn't have to worry about the weight of the world bearing down upon us.We didn't know what global warming was before we were ten. We didn't really care what happened overseas before we were, again, ten. However, we also did not realize how hard our parents worked to raise us, feed us, and shelter us until we tasted adaulthood. So, while I certainly miss the past (or, more precisely, my youth)for its carefree attitude and fun, I appreciate the now for teaching me life is not always easy and fun and for revealing how hard my father and his father before him and so on worked to raise a family.
On a lighter note, I am starving. Time for some breakfast. :D
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