I miss my childhood. Don't you miss yours?

As a child I was free as a bird and could do anything I wanted to till I tired out.
In nursery school, we would swing all day and make beautiful mud pies and powder our faces with the teacher's chalk.
You daren't do that once you are broken, unless your enemies are following you.
In kg and nursery school, it was fun glueing things to paper, freestyle painting, and playing dress up, make believe, and daddy and mommy. Nobody would raise an eyebrow if you made mud angels all day (except whomever washes your clothes, of course).
You could get scared and hide under the desk, pee on yourself, and cry for your mommy.
You could pick your nose with a finger and wipe the bogey on your cloth (Eew! I never did that) without worrying if that girl or boy was looking at you.
You go years on without having to worry about shaving.
And the list of delights goes on for a while.

Then all of a sudden you're made to realize that growing up comes with new responsibilities. At the early stage you become burdened with them.
There are whole blanket loads of them, hung heavy in the air and waiting for the right time to descend and suffocate you.
You now have to sit inside at the desk and do your assignments and only watch the little ones play rough outside till their mothers called for them.
You have to have a future ambition, Daddy is a doctor so you have to follow in his footsteps and be a science major.
What in hell are you doing with that toy, at your age and marital status?
Why can't you cook something edible, is this how you'll be doing in your husband's house?
What, you're reading a novel? Exam is in two weeks and you'd better start preparing.
Future Engineers don't spend their free time playing football. What are you saying, you don't want to be a lawyer, a sculptor, what? Is it because I let you play with wood and stones as a kid?
You worry about infinitesimals to no end.
Omg! Is she looking at me? Fuck! Is my hair in proper place? Do I look sexy? Am I not too fat? Do I need to add a little more meat?
You become afflicted with the general self-induced disorders.
Anorexia, bulimia, bulimarexia, etcetera, etcetera.
I wish I were handsome, if only I was pretty.
This damned pimples won't disappear, grrrr!
Gosh, this tampon/sanitary pad is mighty uncomfortable.
Good lord, I'm sure just about everyone can see the erection through my pants, damn!
Mom, can I get a new car? Presh's folks got him this trick Lambo last week.
Your friend, Dallas, got married today, when is your turn?
How am I supposed to keep food on the table when I can't seem to hold down a job?
Friggin' alimony is eating a hole out of my pocket.
And the list of woes go on and on and on and on.

And also it depends on how you're viewing this situation. There are so many things to gain growing into adulthood.
You can't wait to grow up and get your driver's.
I can't kiss a girl til I'm twelve, twelfth birthday come already!
I can't wait to leave this wicked parents, it'll be good riddance to bad trash.
I can't wait to be a renowned architect.
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The list of ideas go on and on.

It's just the burdens that come along with this growing up that puts a damper on it.

I just think childhood days are the best. Wherein you're free of any responsibility whatsoever. Wherein almost nothing is expected of you. So if you're still a child, enjoy your childhood to the fullest. Then welcome to our world.

But I still think you and I were lucky. Some kids get robbed of their childhood as all these responsibilities are imposed upon them at a very tender age.

PS: Do not because of what you've read commit suicide.