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Remember when divorce was only something the other kids' parents did, when your home was your safe haven, your bed was pure, and your curfew was sunset? Back when boys were disgusting and the only contact we had with them was when they chased us around the playground... back when things were simple. And even though we longed for the day that we could drive and dreamed of the day that we would meet the person we would marry and thought that the day we turn 30 would never come... we were happy in ourselves. Back then, the baby fat I had would, according to adults, disappear as I got older, my crooked teeth would straighten with braces, and I'd turn into a beautiful young lady. Adults are so misleading. I hate that with age comes more truth.
Is it too cliche to say that I already miss my childhood?
Is it too cliche to say that I already miss my childhood?