Growing up stinks, doesn't it? No longer being a kid, or being treated like one stinks beyond high heavens! We, teenagers, are expected to act like grown-ups when we're really still a bunch of mischief and mayhem, but then again....we're often treated like babies in nappies. I don't want to be a baby, I just want to be a kid! One that is always treated to all sorts of ice-cream and caramel toffees, one that is often given fun piggy-back rides, one that has every right to hurl a bowl of meatballs into someone's face, one that has no idea what a world is; one that doesn't need to do chores and homework, one that doesn't have to run errands, one that doesn't need to obey rules and regulations, one that doesn't have to care about table manners, one that doesn't need to grow up.

From a baby whose fingers are as tiny as marbles to a toddler who loves licking her fingers after every satisfying feast of chocolate macaroons and lollipops, from a toddler whose favorite TV shows are Sesame Street and Teletubbies to a child who adores anything pink, from a child whose sequinned dresses and shimmering skirts flood every corner of her room to a teenager whom I am right now! My life used to be a fairy-tale, plagued by bedtime stories of magical unicorns and beautiful princesses; but now???.......Plagued by prodding teachers, painful lectures, tireless pressure, history pop quizzes, homework, inextricable exams,
more homework, deadlines, more homework, nasty peers, more homework, hoots of derision, more home work, gloats as sharp as nails, and - that's right - MORE HOMEWORK!!!!

I want to go back in time, have a good laugh with the Teletubbies as they skip happily across the TV screen and into the sunset, with a lollipop in my cheek as its flavor begins to tickle my taste buds and burst against the walls of my mouth; I want to go back in time, mount myself onto my daddy's back and shout "Giddy-up!" at the top of my lungs, cracking tonnes of laughter with every crazy antic of mine; I want to go back in time, hop over fences, steal cookies from the kitchen, collect broken twigs and colorful pebbles, have a pillow-fight, dance in puddles, and have the best time of my life as a child! A mere child - innocent, simple, clueless, mischievous, whimsical, imaginative, and everything adorable! A teenager - EVERYTHING NOT-SO ADORABLE!!!