It seems like just yesterday that whenever Dad said that I had to make tea, I would have to go get a chair just so I could see over the tea maker to pour the water in. Now I can just stand over it and pour it easily (though I still haven't learned how to do it without making somewhat of a mess).

But life was so less complicated then. Making tea was the worst of my worries. Back in the day my biggest concern was which channel I wanted to watch and hoping I get the toy I wanted with my Happy Meal. Now everything's been turned on its head. Making tea is not the least of my worries. I've went from watching Dad cut the grass on a slow lawn mower to cutting it myself using a zero-turn mower. Instead of making sure I stay inside the lines when coloring a purple duck, I'm having to fill in Scantron sheets and writing essays. I've realized that those were the good days, days where I would have minimal responsibility and could do practically anything. Now I'm planning my college life, saving up money to buy books and supplies. And I don't even want to think about the adult world...

I'm not saying I regret growing up, and I'm not saying that it's a bad thing.

I'm just saying that some days, I miss being the little boy who only had to make tea for his dad.