Well, seems everything I would choose has been said, so Ill just elaborate on them all & give some details!
AznPuff wrote:I don't miss curfews.
It's funny, I always hated having to be home by the "lights out".. So when the street lights came on, we had to already be in the house- When I got in middle school, my mom stopped allowing me to play outside, I had to be more "grown" and do chores, then start my homework, cook family dinner, finish homework...
Pampered Pancake wrote:Bedtimes
This is one thing my mom was very relaxed about as long as I was home.. We had to be in bed by 9 but we could leave our televisions on all night if we wanted or stay up on the phone.. Once I was in high school I became really rebellious though- my friends would have sleepovers or get togethers that would last pretty late, such as movies, and I was never allowed to go because I had to be home, in my own bed at 9 pm.
Pampered Pancake wrote:Asking permission
The freedom of being an adult now really opened my eyes to how trapped I was as a child. My mom never trusted anyone around me, thinking they would be a bad influence.. So asking to go some place or hang out with a friend, almost ALWAYS got a big fat NO!.. My Aunt often jokes about how she would want me to go to her house and play with my cousin but my mom would tell her I couldnt because I was grounded AGAIN- I somehow spent my entire 12-18 year old life "grounded". Which really left me with only a "at school" social life & let me tell you, I LOVED SCHOOL for just that reason lmaooo
Hempy wrote:Heavy school bags
Besides my bad posture while sitting at a computer, I swear, all of my current upper back problems are backpack related. I carried so many school binders.. Im a bit over organized so I had 1 for notes & 1 for homework, then of course all the necessities because we didnt have lockers & Im a chick- lotion, brush, deodorant, every color pen & highlighter. I went to a huge school, walked from one side of the campus to the other, up and down stairs, that backpack was NOT fun.
PoppingLetters wrote:I really don't miss when I was a little kid, my opinion in a situation never mattered. So, if I wanted to say something in a situation they would go like "You don't understand you are just a child." I was a smart kid, I did understand.
I was raised to be intelligent, I always had an opinion & happily input it.. The random adults I came across really liked to drop this line & I could NOT stand it. Thankfully my mother was always quick to back me up- Unless of course I was making changes to an idea she created, then I was wrong and she was right lol
Nikky Maxim wrote:What i hate about being young is not having a job and not being able to buy whatever i want to lol .
I worked helping my mom with her business daily & I did all the chores.. Never earned any pay or an allowance.. That I definitely do not miss because now, I get paid for all my hard work & it really helps me feel better about myself and my life.