Would the Child You Once Were Be Impressed by the Person You Are Now? What Questions Would He/She Ask You?
What is the best way to describe the word childhood? According to the dictionary, childhood is a period of innocence where someone can be enjoy the wonders and pleasures of being a kid freely without worrying about growing up. Of course, that feeling is often temporary as children grow into teenagers who then become full blown adults with a new set of responsibilities.
The youthful wonder was often eradicated once someone reached the age of 21 due to seeing too much on television and certain life experiences. Is it possible to regain that sense of innocent pleasure as you get older and reach middle age? Well, the best way to answer that is yes or no. You can't go back in time to be a kid again, but you can take joy in the simple pleasures that life has to offer. Enjoy a bowl of your favorite ice cream or take a walk and literally smell the roses when the weather is nice, of course.
If my childhood self and present day self got together, would they be able to get along? I'd like to think so because they have a lot more in common than many would believe. Sure, they are different in years, but the interests never truly strayed as they got older.
Would my childhood self be impressed with who I've become? I honestly think it's a toss-up depending on the day of the week. I wanted to do and be so many things when I was child that now seem childish to me. My childhood self would be impressed with my ability to take certain risks in my career and taking chances by making new friends. I've got a passion for writing that my childhood self would have loved because the stories were always exciting to write and read about.
When I was a child, I was an extremely shy person that barely spoke a word to anyone for fear of being judged. I looked like one of those Precious Moments dolls with the large eyes and innocent looks of disposition. People always assumed that what they saw was what they got. Well, that wasn't necessarily the case but I let everyone believe that in order not to ruffle anyone's feathers up too much. I wanted to play in the playground and maintain my innocence long enough. I was both afraid to be myself and I couldn't figure out how. I was at a lost for words.
As an adult, pragmatism ruled my choices and motives for every decision I made. My actions were practical because the risks I enjoyed as a kid were too costly to handle. I couldn't risk getting my heart broken or lose all my money on a gamble that didn't pay off. Sure, I still take extreme risks in my writing by laying everything on the line more often than I do verbally. Now that I'm soon to be 35, I finally decided to go out to public places and made a fool of myself regardless. I made some new friends and lost a few in the process. I've learned to forgive some childish transgressions that I wouldn't have when I was younger. Life's too short to worry about stolen hairclips or boyfriends.
In the past, I've gotten pangs of disappointment over a decision I made because the outcome wasn't as impressive as I would've liked. I naively assumed I would have a successful writing career by the time I turned 25. Boy, was I wrong. Instead, I've used my writing in whatever job I'm currently in to my advantage to do my job. My career is all about giving a unique spin to my work and my life regardless of the success or failure.
The questions my childhood self would ask would be whether or not I'm happy doing what I'm doing. Another question would be about what my future plans are with my life and career. What risks am I willing to take to further my goals? What advice would I have to make friends? How do handle yourself on a first date? What inspires you to write? The questions would be endless because I was an inquisitive child, which never stopped.
In the end, my childhood self would be happy to be healthy and have a place to call home. Everything would be gravy, but that's not entirely true. Happiness is nothing to shake a stick at. As long as I'm happy, nothing else matters about what job or relationship I'm in. Something my childhood self would love.