I just don’t want to Grow up

So I am 23 years old now. When did that happen? I have never realized that you grow so that fast. I do not like a bit of it. They say that when you hit your 20’s, you enter a new phase of life. A more mature, career oriented, doing something with your life age. We are what they call ‘young adults’. I personally don’t trust the word ‘adult’ that much. With that word comes so many more hidden responsibilities. You have to be so careful with what you talk and what you think, where you study, and what people you mingle with. What brand of clothes you wear, how many pair of shoes you own and how trendy your bags are.
What was wrong with the childhood and the teenage life? What was wrong when we were just kids, ‘young’ and innocent? Just had to go to school and study, killing time gossiping with your girlfriends, to have crush on cute seniors and not think once about the consequences. Who cared about relationships, making out, breaking up and infidelities? Just one hand shake was enough to give you jitters all night. A missed call on your landline phone was enough to let you know that someone is missing you. The continuous staring was enough to make you blush.
Sharing homework and copying the class test from anywhere you can get the answers from. Buttering the teachers, mimicking, calling them by names. In the recess, always burrowing money from friends to get that new fizzy drink from the school canteen. Cheering the seniors even though they won’t even look at you. Surviving on that one chewing gum stuck in the bottom of your pocket. Having parties, relishing Maggie, cold drink and chocolates. Make a water tank your mirror in the washrooms. Hiding combs in your bags. Enjoying cat fights in the class room. Almost waste a whole month deciding what to give your friends on their birthday ending up giving nothing. Filling the last sheet of your notebook making doodles and drawings from your imagination. Tying Rakhi and Friendship bands and getting those special treatment on your birthdays, when you are  the only one with the bag of candies.
How hard was it? I say not at all. As compared to our so-called-young adulthood, it was a cakewalk. No one to judge you, no one ever expected anything more than good marks from you. Nobody cared what you wear, what car your dad drives or what brand you follow. No one cared about how many friends you have added on Facebook or how many followers you have on twitter. Honestly, I hate to grow up. Every time I look at those school kids going back home wearing that school uniform, chit-chatting and licking that ice-cream, I feel nostalgic. I wish every day to go back to that time and never to return. Those heavy school bags were nothing compared to the burden we carry on our shoulders today.