Once upon a time I got into my jeans and headed out to meet up with my friends in the town. To prove I wasn't an (OGI) It was my first time going out unsupervised or something. My parents didn't know. I was so scared. Yet so thrilled. So thrilled at the thought of freedom. And how it'll be mine when I got to my teen years and early adulthood.
I wanted this freedom I have now so bad. But now that I have it, I see It's meaningless. I've always said oh when I leave home I'm gonna be wild. And for the record, I have been wild.
But to what point? To hangovers. Debit alerts. Late night traffic... I mean if this is freedom my adolescent me was picturing during my then I want it no more.
Now I'm thinking about it. I look at my adolescent self with envy. Because the truth is. He is freer than I am. Because adolescence and childhood is true freedom.
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'19' Last Days Of Being a Teenager |Memoir
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