As I sit here in my DeGrassi Old School haze, remembering the days of leg warmers, Keds and neon socks I’ve decided one thing: I don’t like being a grown-up. The one goal in life I have actually achieved and I hate the every day grind and stresses of being an adult. What happened to the days where the most important event of my day all depended on who I sat with during lunch? The days when my biggest laugh came at the expense of some poor kid who bent over and farted on accident? (Ok, I’ll admit, if one of my co-workers did this, I’d still laugh). What I’m trying to get at- we all couldn’t wait to grow up. From the age of 5, we’re asked, “What do you want to be when you grow up?” We give an answer and from that point forward our destination is adulthood. “When I grow up I’ll get to do this…”, “When I get bigger you’ll let me….” The famous phrases of childhood. However, I was thinking, quite dangerous I know- I have yet to hear an adult say, “I can’t wait to become a senior citizen.” In fact, truth be told, I would bet a majority of us would rather be a kid again- at times. Cartoons on Saturday mornings, throwing a tantrum when we didn’t get our way, leaving peanut butter and jelly in the corner of our mouths simply because, well we could. No stress. No deadlines. No boss breathing down our necks. Simple, happy times. That’s what I want back. And that glob of cream cheese that fell off my bagel onto my nightgown as I was writing this? I’m smearing it in and leaving it there. Just because I can.