Youth is Wasted on the Young

I confuse myself so much it confuses me. I guess that’s part of the deal of being young. Adults begin stories with “when I was your age”. They say “what I wouldn’t give to be your age again”. Minus the hormonal mood swings. Minus the pimples. Minus the confusion. The teenage years, the prime of one’s life. And already, I feel too old, weighted down with years. Sixteen years, and each one a heavier brick on my back. Sometimes, being a camp counselor, I feel as if I’m becoming a fifth grader again. And it makes me happy. I don’t want to be with my friends, people my own age. I want to be in the fifth grade again. This time, remember to enjoy it while it lasts, try not to grow up so quickly. Adults say “youth is wasted on the young”. It’s wasted on the fifth graders, it’s wasted on me.

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