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Adulthood And Nostalgia of Childhood Earlier I was going through my notifications and stumbled on GarrethGrey's "Unnamed: My Imaginary friend" and it brought back memories of childhood. So I thought: Why not write about this. Reading her post had brought back memories of my childhood. https://read.cash/@GarrethGrey07/unnamed-my-imaginary-friend-84ce6685 Childhood was fun! A lot of young adults and adults often wish they can return to the days they used to live carefree. I remember as a child, I had little or no chores to do. The only thing there was to do is to brush and have a bath. If you have done this in the morning, you are free from my mom's scolding. As a child, the only thing I ever worry about is how to go and play with other children in the neighbourhood and after playing with them, I come home and sleep like a log of wood in the night. I didn't have to worry about what to cook or what to eat. Anything I was served was acceptable. I wasn't picky, neither was I a whiner. I remember all the visitors we'd have in our house (family and non-family) and how they'd always give money without me asking. Money that would be wasted on frivolous things such as sweets and biscuits and if it was Christmas, rest assured the money will be spent on knockouts. Looking back, I remember Christmas eve was spent bragging about the Chicken and different meat my mom had bought from the market and also about the clothes dad had bought for me. The clothes I would wear on Christmas day after devouring a plate of rice and meats that mom had served me. After which I would wear my new clothes and visit all the adults I was familiar with in their homes one after the other. Oh the sweet innocence. Comparing my childhood days to my adulthood are two ends of a pole. Being in the university particularly hasn't been easy. The struggle has always been finding a balance between the 3S - Study, Self, Social life - I have to worry every day about what to eat. Even though I don't care most of the time, eating right too is another problem to worry about too. Even though it was easy to socialise and play with the other kids as a child, I have not been able to replicate that as an adult. I wouldn't say I am antisocial, I also wouldn't say I am social. I am somewhere in-between and most times my socialising with others is greatly dependent on my mood. Let's not forget the pressure that comes with meeting up responsibilities and the expectations of others, as well as the unending disappointments that weigh us down when we do not meet those expectations. Little wonder why every adult wants to return to their childhood. *You really don't know what you have until it is gone.* Which begs the thought of whether I would look back to this time in my old age and wish I could come back to this time and cherish it more than I am doing now. **CONCLUSION** I had started writing this article yesterday night hoping to post it after when I got a call and subsequently a mood swing. I looked back at the laptop and thought whether or not to continue. I realised I had become disinteredted, so I just close the laptop, go have a shower and laid on the bed. Took the phone to check WhatsApp for messages I had missed all day. That was how I dozed off. Woke up about 4 hours later and it was morning, the start of a new day. I had to leave the house early with my uncle to help him with one thing and we ended up doing another. How did I get to this? It is a basic summary of what adulthood is. Mood swings, Little or no sleep and things to do when it is dawn. Sometimes, you intend doing one thing and end up doing another thing entirely. This is where I sign off now. `Thank You For Reading 🖤🖤`

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