When I was a kid, I was in such a big rush to be an adult. I hated the feeling of being powerless of my life for as long as I can remember, and I yearned for that freedom. Now I'm turning 18 next winter and I'm thinking... What now?
For me, 11th grade zipped by like nothing. It doesn't even feel like I went through a full school year. I don't understand how growing up felt so torturously slow, and all of a sudden I have all kinds of pressures and responsibilities dumped on me. It's just surreal, I guess.
No, I wouldn't go back to my childhood if I was theoretically given the choice. There isn't a single thing I miss about it. However, I wish I felt more prepared about my life. Instead, I'm just lazy, unambitious, and set to disappoint.