1. I also like innocence like you. Kids are very innocent.
2. I had less things to worry about when I was a kid than what I have to worry these days.
3. I had my own weird imagination of how things work and life went on, which I would love to experience that again.
4. I was more active when I was kid than what I am today.
and many more reasons which I am not able to put up properly here.

@TechZ: The innocence is the attractive part for me. Some days, I’d give anything in the world to be as innocent as I once was. But again, the price to pay would be too high. ::sigh::

@Troycito: You aren’t 15. Come on now, stop lying. You’ve got to be at least 65 to be that sage and wise. :-*

@Thilak: I happen to enjoy my responsibilities… but I think that’s because I’ve always had some. Now, though, I get the good stuff (like living alone) along with the not-so-good.

@Oscar: I told you! You’s craaaaaaaazy. Old, my ass.

@Twey: Heh. Mr. Literal, are we? The shoe thing was a metaphor for that state of mind. And I started reading when I was 3/4. What I meant to focus on was the “uninterrupted” aspect… my parents always called me or wanted me to come to dinner or do a chore or something when I was little, so I never had a chance to just sit back and veg for as long as I choose.

I can’t imagine making the conscious decision to go back to being 5, 6, or 7 years old… back to a time when I believed my parents to be omniscient, when I was unaware of anything more complicated than tying my shoes, and when my biggest worry was how to master the art of correctly forming capital letters. A time when I couldn’t choose my own bedtime, when I couldn’t make my own dinner, when I couldn’t pick up a book and disappear into an uninterrupted fantasy world.

Seven years old, unaware of anything more complicated than typing your shoes? I was learning basic HTML I’ve always been an avid reader, too, I think. I get your meaning, but I think you overstated the age: most kids do much more than that at the age of seven.

So what about you? Would you go back?

This left me a little bit puzzled, I must admit. Didn’t quite get your meaning here. Go back? Where? Is it really possible to go back when I’ve actually never left?

Anyway, Happy Halloween Erin.

Anyhow, even though I am only 15, I wouldn’t want to go back to 5-7 years of age. With age comes responsibility, and with new responsibility come challenges to overcome, with some sort of treat at the end. Not the same treat that the kids get at Halloween, but perhaps having a degree from college, starting a family, or even growing old in age is a treat better than candy, because you then get to observe the world around you go through the same things you did.

Nowadays with work, life, university and responsibilities, it’s hard to even imagine acting like a kid again, but we try…it’s just in us to try and go back to how things were, the innocence, the care-free life. I do miss it.

Verny, I SO agree with you, she looks adorable in those pictures, and has the exact same smile now as she did then, you’d easily be able to say thats Erin-as-a-kid if you saw the pic.

I think the best thing about being a kid is the learning process to be able to live well as an adult; free will is the most principal value/right that a human been can have, and you just can be completely free when you can be responsible for yourself.

Anyway when have your own bebitos, you can be a kid again, at least for the best parts (while you are playing with them) and be an adult the rest of time (when you are free to choose).