Even if I could live as an adult with maturity, the innocence of a child and sensitivity of an adolescent, I still wouldn’t want to live forever.
When I was a naive child, I wanted to be a cool teenager.
When I was an awkward juvenile, I wanted to be a confident adult.
I now am an adult with no noteworthy accomplishment, do miss being unconcerned and radiant with youth, and just want to enjoy saying “I am old,” laugh and be excused.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Golden Age.”
“If you had to live forever as either a child, an adolescent, or an adult, which would you choose — and why?”