Growing Up Is Hard
Do you remember the sadness you felt when you were growing up when you realized that you were suddenly too grown or old to do certain things that you really enjoyed when you were younger. Suddenly you realized you would no longer be view as cool or that you would look oafish doing something so you moved into adulthood leaving what you enjoyed as a fond memory.
I was a presenter at an agricultural workshop on Saturday. I was one of seven presenters. There were roughly 160 students or participants. The students would spend a half hour at each station listening and asking questions on each presenters’ expertise.
I have been a presenter at this event for probably five years now and one thing I really miss is going around hearing what the other presenters are talking about the way I did before I developed expertise.
posted by The Guy Who Writes This at 4:00 AM
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When we were young, we spent far too much time wanting to grow up and do all those things “grown-ups” do. I think what I miss most of all about childhood is how unselfconscious I was – no matter what I was doing.
I no longer skip or break into a run when walking somewhere. Maybe I should?
I guess in a way, I'm lucky that I never matured. I think I'm still the same harebrained ninny that I was when I was 5 or 6. Even when I'm being serious about something, there's still a bit of my brain wanting to stick peanut butter in someone's ear.
What Dave said: I still play any time I want to. I ride a real horse now, instead of an imaginary one; wander through the woods.
I don't know of anything I did as a child that I've stopped doing, if it's something I enjoy. Except for the early stuff like wearing a diaper and sucking on a bottle.
Of course, I guess I don't worry enough about what people think. This is probably why I don't have a lot of close friends. I'm likely an embarrassment to them. I don't wear makeup, I don't dress up for any occasion, and I'm too outspoken.
I stopped climbing trees. I now have vertigo thanks to my ear. I miss my tree fort.
Grown up?
Too old?
Certainly not me!
The fellow pictured on the motorcycle looks like he's having a lot of fun.
And for sure, he's in Donna's and my camp, not worrying in the least what others think.
Social accomodation is a very important consideration for general well being. However, that, at least for me does not translate into social control.
I do what I want to do.
Beth, no maybe, you should. I'll even visit if you are committed.
Darev, you take after your sister.
Donna, you are fortunate Cliff understands.
Lori, bummer. I climbed one recently. There was a beautiful view from up there.
Patrick, Does your wife find it charming? Most don't.
Gearhead, that's a donor cycle considering he is not wearing a helmet.
Now to all, I'm not saying that I've abandoned all my childish ways. I still watch lots of cartoons and I play in the dirt and in swamps. I'm just saying I miss the wonder of learning new things for the first time and being someone that can listen to what the other experts are saying. It's kind of like loving fishing so you open a bait shop and all of a sudden you no longer have time to go fishing because you are servicing the other fishers.
I might trip if I skipped or ran. You'd get a laugh out of seeing that! (Only if I wasn't hurt, of course...)
I'd like to meet you either way.
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