Not The Time Of My Life

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.