Personal Narrative: To Grow Up As A Kid

Often times, I see kids playing as grown ups, always hearing them wishing they’re older and wanting time to pass by so quickly. And all I want to do is beg them not to rush, to take time for themselves to flourish because they’re delicate flowers that need time to bloom to handle their future’s harshness -things I never did as a kid. Not surprisingly, I was exactly similar; the only thing I considered “cool” as a kid is to grow up. To grow up, everything was possible. To grow up, I would be living my dream. Unfortunately, my little, naïve self did not know any better.

As a kid, to me, time did not learn how to fly yet. Everything was so slow until it was too late. To my child self, childhood was an eternity never ending, but now I see it as