The Beach Boys said it well.
Oh wouldn’t it be nice if we were older,
And we didn’t have to wait so long…..
When I was 5 years old, I couldn’t wait to get older. My brother was 5 years older than me and he got to do all the fun stuff.
“Mom can I ride my bike down the lane to Jimmy’s house?”
The answer would always be, “When you are a little older.”
I must have heard that answer a thousand times to a thousand different questions. I wanted to be older so I could:
go to school, ride my bike out of the neighborhood, have a friend spend the night, stay home by myself, wear lipstick, shave my legs, go on a date, make my own decisions, get a job, get married. Always wishing for something that is just out of reach. Old and older were desirable. That’s when all the fun began.
Now that I am older, I want to be young again. Sometimes. Oh, I wouldn’t want to go through everything again, but younger seems a bit more desirable. Especially when everyday chores and events become physically harder. Especially when mental tasks become harder as well.
I remember well, wanting to be older. I got my wish.
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