When I was a child and teenager I used to look forward to adulthood. I yearned for adulthood. Childhood was not the time of my life. I was born an adult and had to suffer through childhood to get to the part of my life where I would be in control.
Control, when you don’t have it, can torment you.
I spent an inordinate amount of time looking forward, through a tunnel of time, to when I would get to be me.
Now I find myself looking back at that child, through that same tunnel, but from the other end of it.
It was worth the wait.