Ignorance Is Bliss

When I was little, I was convinced that I was Snow White. It’s funny how little kids believe something, and it automatically becomes true to them. How wonderful would it be if people continued to feel that way as they grew older? There’s also no stress when you’re little. The biggest dilemmas of my childhood consisted of what to be for Halloween and what I wanted for lunch—peanut butter and jelly or a hotdog? I didn’t have to worry about schoolwork or driving or really my future when I was little. I just let my mom and dad lead the way for me and I was happy to do what they told me—except when they told me to take a nap. That I wasn’t too thrilled about. I never had to worry about failing tests or getting that dreaded B on a report card. Now, as a junior in high school I’m faced with worries about getting into the right colleges and making something of myself when I graduate. I have to worry about leaving my parents to live on my own and not becoming a complete failure in the working world. When I was in fifth grade I told my mom I didn’t want to go into the sixth grade because I didn’t want to grow up anymore. These days, I feel like saying the same thing.