It feels like not too long ago that Christmas always felt like it was 366 days away. No matter what, it was never going to get here. I looked forward to going to the beach with my family every summer, and that week always felt like 2 days. I watched Star Wars every time it came on TV, played video games religiously, and played soccer with my friends. Now Christmas comes and goes, I can’t take time off for beach week, don’t have time for video games, and watch soccer in the break room at work.
Who killed the kid in me?
I did.
Now don’t start thinking that this was simply the result of me getting older. I’ve always been an old soul but I’m hardly old. My exact age doesn’t matter, but I’m not yet 30 so only a teenager would consider me old. And even though this happens to many people, it doesn’t mean it’s OK and there are plenty of exceptions. For instance, my wife hasn’t lost her inner kid. She still gets excited about the prospect of going to Disney World. Jump up and down excited. But at the same time she’s focused on the future, and more mature than I am.
Somewhere along the way, the kid in me just died. It’s not fair. I let the kid go out to pasture, perhaps the final strike was starting this very blog, which talks about perhaps the most “grown-up” topic on the planet, money. I remember the days when I didn’t care about money.
I don’t think I’ll ever get back to those days, but I can still rescue that inner kid in me. I’ve embraced my childhood with purchases of Star Wars and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle tshirts. I embrace the fact that my dog always wants to play, and someday I’ll have some kids and I’ll look forward to playing with them too. All this is thanks to my wife. I didn’t want a dog because they were expensive. And he is definitely expensive. But I certainly understand why people love their dogs. Not only do they give you attention and affection, but they make you feel like a kid again. The kid in me was almost dead, and I admit I was trying to kill him myself. My wife saves us both. If you’re killing your inner child, find a way to resuscitate him.
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