Adulting is hard. When I was a kid, I wanted to grow up fast, and travel around the world. Unbridled freedom to explore places of interest and be unconstrained by boundaries. I wanted to wear heavy makeup and revealing clothes, like the valley girls in New York – have womanly curves which would make any boy blush. But now, at 23, I am filled with misguided notions about what adult life would be. It is more trouble than it’s worth, and it’s not all fun and games. As I look back, I can only reminiscence about my childhood.