As a child there are so many little things that you cannot do because you are too young, too little, too this or too that. You hate taking naps because there is so much to do. You hate being too young because you are convinced that you are old enough to do whatever the bigger kids/people are doing.
Now that I am an adult, well I have an adult body I find that there are things that I miss from my childhood. I miss endless Summer days. I miss the endless Summer nights of my adolescence and early 20s. I miss taking naps and I miss being invulnerable. Nothing could stop me, nicks, scrapes and bruises slowed me down, but they didn’t stop me.
And the reality is that now they don’t stop me either, but I feel their effects much longer than ever before. The impact that they have is that they turn into nagging little injuries that just suck energy and take forever to go away, or so it seems.
This is not something that I wanted to aspire to grow up to enjoy, but I suppose that it is just a part of getting older. In the last 18 years I can name almost a dozen peers who have died from cancer, traffic accidents or some other “event” so I’ll take the nagging aches and pains. But I won’t go down without a fight.