When I was just a little kid, I dreamt of growing up. Now that it’s happened, I realized that it’s not all that great. I miss my mommy kissing all my boo-boos and making them feel better, I miss my dads warm hugs, I miss going to bed holding my favorite teddy bear, I miss being tucked into bed at night and being read fairytales with magical endings. But most of all, I miss not having to worry about the stupidest things and just being truly happy again. I wish I could back to those days.