When we are young we are all asked the same question, "What do you want to be when you grow up?" As children, we think the words "growing up" mean becoming like mom and dad. It means having a job, being able to cook dinner, and knowing how to pay bills. We are too young to understand the real concept behind those two dreadful words. If only someone had told me the truth, I could have prepared for the shock. I hate growing up, and getting older really stinks!
Growing up causes the "unthinkable" to happen. When I was little, I really should have taken advantage of pure skin, no wrinkles. Now, I have to use Clearasil, undereye cream, and drink Slim-Fast. What could possibly be good about becoming old, fat,and ugly. I used to have energy, but now I have to drink caffeine to wake myself up. Not to mention we start losing our figures, becoming less attractive, and receiving lumps of cellulite in our backside and every were else.
The phases of growing up are like a date gone wrong. They start off real nice and eventually smack you in the face. I remember back in kindergarten when there used to be nap time. Oh how I miss takeing naps. I'm not even sure if I know what the word "sleep" means anymore. And if school couldn't get more difficult over the years.
Growing up brings more responsibilities. It used to be that my mom would come in my room every morning and say, "It's time to get up!" Now I wake up to the annoying sound of my alarm clock going off right near my head. Just when I thought this was bad, it never occurred to me that at the age of sixteen I would eventually have to get something called a "job".Today, I have to make sure I have money to put gas in my car, make a car payment, pay a cell phone bill, and have at least a dollar left over for a dollar burger from macdonalds. All of this doesn't include the additional expenses for the stuff I want. Someone also failed to mention that as I got older the prices would rise and an apartment could be as...