I wanna play with my toys and make bubbles and run and shoot bad guys with my Nerf gun.
I want to talk to a new girl at school. I want to do my studies and I want to do well in school.
Why are adults telling me what to do? When to bathe? What to eat?
Why are the rules so strict? Why can’t I go to the mall on the weekend and spend time hanging with my friends?
Why do I have to do homework? Why are there final exams? Why is it important?
I wanna play with my old toys but I also want to date girls. I want to be a kid and I want to be treated like an adult. I don’t want to grow up but I have to.
Why can’t I make decisions for myself? I am grown up! Why don’t THEY see it?
Why do I have to follow THEIR rules?
Why do the other kids laugh at me when I tell them about my latest toys? Why do they laugh when I talk about my neighbourhood friends?
Why are they so mean? When will it all stop?
Why can’t it be like it used to be? Why can’t we all get along?
Why can’t my parents understand my battle? The one with being a kid vs growing up?
We Understand. We were 12 once too. We used to question our parents’ decisions too. We used to get angry with our parents all the time. We used to wish we were little kids again so we didn’t have to deal with all the crap that comes from growing up. But we did grow up, and when we did, we seen that our parents made the rules so that we could become the people we are today. So that we could raise our kids so that they could become all that they will become. Because we love our kids.
Sometimes I wish I was 12 again…