Fortunately I had a great childhood. I grew up with my dad, for my parents separated when I was born. Nonetheless, I had a great childhood. I never suffered abuse, bullying or any problems. My dad was like a hero to me, and enjoyed just being able to play video games and live with him. For some reason, just living with him gave me peace. Now that I am older when I go visit him I somehow feel happy just by being with him. Besides that, ever since I started growing up I haven’t felt the same. My childhood was maybe too good that it now overshadows my life. I spent my childhood having fun. Playing video games, talking with my dad, going out with friends, playing soccer, etc. Happiness was everywhere, and I do not remember having a bad day. If you ask me today what I would wish for, it would be to be a kid for one day again.
Most people can grow into adulthood fairly. However, I cannot seem to do that. Being an adult should still be able to be fun. I miss my dad, friends, and how simple things were. I did not have to worry about a lot of things, and happiness was everywhere. Hell, I believe I would have had fun with a stick and a rock. Maybe I romanticize those days too much, but to me growing up was like getting out of a bubble. Now I just work, go home, and then mindlessly watch shows to pass time. I do not feel like I am actively living or having fun. Hobbies like video games got old, not even that fills that dull feeling. Why do I feel this way? Why can’t I seem to transition into adulthood like most people do.