by Steve (who still longs for the magical days when he dominated his 2nd grade YMCA basketball league . . . more on that to come later)
There’s no way around it. Kids of all ages lead unbelievable lives. The trouble is, they just don’t know it. There are tons of reasons why being a kid is better than being an adult, but you unfortunately don’t ever realize these things until you’re too old to fully appreciate them. A few of these reasons are below, but this is by no means a comprehensive list:
As a kid:
1) You are forced to take naps. They seemed horrible at the time, but now I would pretty much give my left pinkie finger to be “forced” to take a nap everyday. Important conference call or meeting? Sorry, that can wait. Maybe after I get up from my nap. I had a long day yesterday of digging holes in the backyard, adding to my candy stash in the garage, and playing all manner of games with made up rules, so I’m pretty tuckered out.
2) Someone else prepares every meal for you. You don’t truly realize how amazing this is until you are first living on your own. Eating out is really expensive and making your own food takes a lot of time and energy, plus you have to clean up. To think that ever in your life as a child you complained about what was set down at the table in front of you seems absurd. When I have kids and they complain about their meals after the age of 3, then my response will be “You need to go get a job, and you’ll be welcome to buy and eat whatever you want.”
3) This is typically true for babies and small toddlers, but no matter what you do, someone will clean up after you. Yes, no matter what. Better yet, when you’re really little, they don’t even get mad, because that’s what you’re expected to do. Plus you don’t care that you’re dirty. As an adult, if you get a stain on your shirt, your day is ruined. Back then, you’d run or crawl around in soiled britches all day and you couldn’t have cared less.
4) You never get tired. I don’t really ever remember being worn out or tired as a kid. If I think back, my first real memory of being tired is probably middle school basketball practice, but I was a teenager by then. Nowadays, I can’t even remember the last time I felt really rested. Think about it. When was the last time you felt completely rested and caught up on sleep? I’ll try to ponder this, but will probably drift into a deep slumber before I come up with the answer.