When I was five, I was in kindergarten, and thinking about what I wanted to be was the farthest thing from my mind. Instead, I spent my days playing with colorful blocks, making new friends, and exploring the world around me with unfiltered curiosity and imagination. I was allowed to enjoy my younger years, filled with laughter and carefree adventures. I am old enough to remember when childhood was a time for innocence and wonder, when the biggest concern was whether to choose the red crayon or the blue one for my next drawing. Now, it seems that society does not allow young people to savor those precious moments of their younger years, as they are bombarded with expectations and pressures far beyond their age. The topic of sex never came up until junior high, which is now referred to as middle school, and it baffles me. I don’t know what the big rush is for introducing such complex adult issues to children who should still be focused on discovering the joy of playing tag or riding a bike for the first time. It’s as if the essence of being young is being overshadowed by an urgent push to grow up too fast.
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