A Few Short Years

Anonymous '20

Adolescence. Adolescent. That’s what me and all of my classmates are. It’s a feeling of freedom that only lasts for a few short years. For that time, you have few responsibilities, and the possibilities seem endless. These years of our lives are told to be the best. And so far they are. The thought of growing up seems almost impossible…so far away. But it’s impossible not to think about it. Someday I’m going to be going on my first college tour…I’m going to get my license, I’m going to go to college. On a greater scale, someday I’ll be an adult, I’ll get married, and have kids. And even later I’ll become a grandparent. These are all parts of life that I will experience. They’re inevitable, yet they seem impossible. I don’t want to grow up. I don’t want to have to go to work every day and be a responsible adult. Being a kid only lasts for so long… when does it end? The line of teenager to adult. I don’t want to grow up. It all seems so far, yet it really isn’t. And that terrifies me.