We were chatting about how life seemed "so much better" in the 90s....well of course it did. I didn't pay rent because I lived at home. I went to school. My parents paid for food, clothes, everything. Of course it was easier! I frequently think (and I don't think I'm the only one) how amazing it would be to put my 30 year old mind into my 15 year old body, just for a few days. Oh God. I would LIVE. IT. UP.
If only to be that much more intelligent and confident. To know that junior high is in fact, not the end of the world. I'd re-write the book.
Maybe in another 15 years (gulp) 45 year old me will look back at me now and think the same thing. And that gives me pause. I hope I'm living it up right now as much as I can. Granted, I have a lot more responsibilities! I pay rent, and underwrite for my own food, clothes, and transportation. I pay taxes, for God's sake! There's emotional differences too. I'm packin' degrees. I've been in and out of love. I vote. I get drunk (sometimes). I get mad (sometimes). Ha - I'd say I curse but I knew all those words by 2nd grade! I make tougher decisions now....much harder than "does this Trapper Keeper truly express how cool I am?"
Guys, I HAD this Trapper Keeper. Yes. A Catwoman Trapper Keeper. And I would give anything to still have it. But I used it (5th Grade!) til it turned to dust.
I think the freedoms and priveledges of being an adult far outweigh the tough stuff. It's fun to think about kid things (like how great and weird the movie Dick Tracy was), but I wouldn't go back, unless it was to tell 15 year old me to relax, enjoy it, you're going to be ok. Will 45 year old me look back and say the same? Hope not. But considering how far I've come in the last 15 years, I can only imagine that 45 year old me is going to be part cyborg. Neat.
