Six Years Ago
I think one of the biggest misconceptions about childhood is that it stops and starts at a specific time. Of course we get older, and we find ourselves not enjoying things to the same extent we did as we were younger, but that doesn’t necessarily mean that we should just forget about all the things we loved to do. Think about yourself when you were younger. What kind of things did you enjoy doing?
When I was seven I really wanted a Nintendo DS. (If you aren’t exactly sure what that is, it is basically just a small portable gaming system with two screens.) As a kid I usually didn’t ask for too many things, but when I really wanted something I was annoyingly persistent. I made Microsoft documents and PowerPoint presentations trying to convince my parents to buy me one and show them all the reasons why I needed to have one. After a while it worked although I’m not sure whether or not I convinced them into it, or they just got extremely annoyed. I really liked playing my game, especially during long car rides and trips to the doctor’s office.
One day, I got frustrated at a game I was playing and accidently dropped my Nintendo down the stairs. (Not one of my finest moments.) For some reason a couple months ago I couldn’t stop thinking about how much I really enjoyed using my Nintendo as a kid, and I wondered if I would still have fun with it six years later. I had been saving up some money for something special for about three years, and I decided to use the money to buy myself another Nintendo. I figured if I didn’t appreciate it as much as I had when I was younger I could give it to my little sister. Unfortunately for her, I figured out I was just as fond of my game as I was when I was seven.
Buying another Nintendo made me take into account that I really don’t think enough about the things I enjoyed when I was younger. I have a bunch of friends who are getting their licenses right now, and basically all of my friends are older than I am. I usually spend way too much time wishing I was older instead of enjoying the age I am right now. Then I realized, why am I in such a rush? What am I waiting for to happen when I’m fourteen that can’t happen right now? Just because I’m younger than my friends doesn’t mean that they love me any less. Sometimes I feel I’m too embarrassed to embrace my childhood because I don’t want to be perceived any younger than I already am. If we are in too much of a hurry to grow up, I don’t think we ever will.
Allow yourself to think back five or so years. What was your favorite movie? What kind of music did you listen to in the car with your family? If you want you could always revisit these things. Maybe you will find that you love them just as much as you did when you were younger.