Childhood

You'll be born as a child thinking you want to grow up and be a princess, an astronaut, a famous athlete, and a fire fighter. Or even in my sisters ex-boyfriends case... The fire truck. You'll color outside of the lines in the first few years as you learn to write, and learn to form opinions about things you didn't think you'd even care about in the first place. But, a few years later, you'll be corrected, and conformed to the lines of your own coloring book. Then, you'll start to demolish old norms and find new ones as the suspense of your life continues to build. Figuring out who you are and what you want to be are already in question as you become a snaggle-tooth child with pig tails, rosy cheeks, or an awkward haircut. 
Ever since kindergarten, or even daycare, you grow up learning the basic principles of how to be a human being. Sharing your animal crackers becomes consideration, pushing little johnny on the swing becomes caring, and finger painting with your bestie becomes team work. The epitome of childhood forms you into an adult on your own reality show with a never ending season finale. Things will become less interesting, and will feel forced as you'll kiss your childhood goodbye as it disappears into distant memories, and maybe some day you'll retell it as a memoir, or if you're that into it, maybe a novel... 
Gee, as much fun as adulting sounds, it won't bring you as much joy as the monkey bars, or going to fifth grade camp as your first time trip away from home, but... Who wants to grow up? "Some day you will be old enough to read fairy tales again
" (C.S Lewis) , and you'll remember how appreciative you were to be a child in your adult years as you experience what the future promises.