A Quick Word (or four)

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One day, we wake up and realize we’re not children anymore. Perhaps it’s after we graduate elementary school, or maybe it’s high school, or even the ” SCHOOL OF HARD KNOCKS ” or maybe it’s when we have our first kiss or start to worry about money or death. Whenever it is, we do grow up. We’re forced to. There comes a time that we’re no longer allowed to be dependent on our parents. The time when you first do your own shop at Sainsbury’s, and have to put half the stuff back because you cannot afford it. A time when our innocence disappears. A time when our carelessness is no longer seen as youthful and charming, but as pathetic and unduly childish, a time you pretended you never sky rocketed the £80 your Uncle Frank gave you.

Growing up is by no means a bad thing. It allows us to make a difference in the world, to find out who we are, and to live the life we imagined as children. We dreamed of growing up when we rested our young heads on our downy pillows and looked up with wonder at the glow-in-the-dark stars stuck to our ceiling, wondering what the world looked beyond our own home, beyond the world that had been so meticulously created for us, even playing knocky nine doors and booting your football through, Mrs robs windows.

Yet upon growing up, we find that reality often contends with those very dreams. We find that the reality of growing up is perhaps less lovely than we’d envisioned. Life never turned out the way you had planned. We find that the only thing we really want back is our youth and our innocence,and since taking old Sonia behind the odean cinema well yous all know what i lost there never to be found again, and the cruel irony is that these are the very things that will never return.

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