And I’m not counting things like what you do or get when you grow up like having a bank account or getting a real job. Nor am I accepting the whole ‘I just grew up’.
My sign of my childhood ending or accepting that it has ended is when all of the nu-metal bands I was introduced to and listened to a lot of us just ended up fractured. They all didn’t endure the passage of time and it was really just a matter of you had to be there to know how popular they were or the scene was.
The bands I used to have listened to have gone the way of Classic Rock on the radio. Spammed tracks from some bands because that’s all the DJ knows or that’s all they’re allowed to play.
Work, home, marriage, children. Having a real sense of responsibility.
I remember when I just couldn’t play with toys anymore. Making a story about Barbie & Co. suddenly just didn’t happen anymore.
Also, some radio said they were putting on a “classic” and it was “Crazy in Love” by Beyonce.
My childhood never really began. I was a toddler, then i was a mini adult, having to “watch your brother!¡!¡!” everytime my parents wanted to have fun.
I was one of those kids that adults said was “mature for your age”. Except, it wasn’t maturity, it was fear of my parents.
So for me, childhood ended the first time my parents told me to become a third parent for their child.
Yes I’m still bitter about it, so i won’t call out the down votes on this one
When I became a man I put away childish things, including the fear of childishness and the desire to be very grown up. -C.S Lewis
following this i would say when you stop wanting to be grown-up. and that certainly tracks for me
When, given a choice between doing something fun and something necessary that can be easily put off, you default to doing the necessary.
The kid that wants to hold his mom’s hand and to have his dad tell him he’s proud of him will always be in there somewhere. The kid who’s scared of the basement with the lights off. The kid who just wants to play GoldenEye with his brother. He never went anywhere. He’s still in there and comes out when my kids need him.
For me it was after my baby penis fell off and my adult one finished growing in.
… Does that happen? Like, parts of it fall off?
yesh
I don’t have the energy to play video games anymore
Feeling excitement about this perfectly ironed shirt
I’m about 15 years from retirement and I’m still a child. I don’t see it changing any time soon.
You know how to file your taxes.
You know to file your taxes.
The first time I went ‘fuck, it’s snowed’ instead of ‘yay, snow!’
(I still love snow, but only at weekends 😆. Better now I can work remotely)
Wii, PS3 and Xbox 360 becoming retro consoles
I will let you know .
My parents being dead.
Those feels. I lost my remaining parent at 24 and I will never forget the smell of the house. In that one moment it no longer smelled like home. It was just a house.
