To Be Young Again

Don't you just miss your childhood

     I was rushing out of my house hoping that I can get to class on time for once. I over slept because I was up late last night trying to finish my report. My Professor had assigned the class a 10-page report on 3 major events in American History and only gave us 3 days to do it. College can be so overwhelming with their long essay’s and complicated tests. As I go outside my house, I see the neighbor kids playing on their front yard and having the time of their life, how I envied them. As I piled all my school stuff into my Mustang and went to open the gate, I kept thinking about how I wish I were 8 years old again.
     Back to the days where the only thing you were afraid of was the dark and the boogey man (the Llorona if you’re Mexican).         
     I get into my car and start it up.
     Back to the days where your major problem in the world wasn’t ill-mannered teachers or piles of homework but bullies and multiplication.
     I put my car in reverse and park it right out side the gate. I get out to close the gate and lock, since no one was home.
     Back to the days where you never experienced what a broken heart felt like and the biggest pain you felt was when you scraped your knees from roller skating.        
     I back out and drive down the street heading towards the college.
     Those days where you still had an elaborate imagination and played dress up or pretended to be your favorite superheroes.         
     I come up to a red light and get stuck behind a Ford truck.
     I wish I could go back to those days when you stayed up late on Christmas Eve to catch Santa Clause dropping off the presents.        
     The light finally turns green and the truck doesn’t go. I look and notice that the driver is on the phone, so I honk my horn and he finally goes. I look at the clock and notice that its 9:00 am and my class has already started, so I began to speed up.
     How I wish I could go back to where you and your bestest friend in the world shared secrets and made pinky promises to stay friends forever.
     I finally arrive to the college and grab my backpack and books and sprint towards my class.
     Back to the days when the only time you got up on a Saturday at 7am was to watch cartoons instead of going to class or work.
     I finally get to my class and I’m already 10 minutes late; I open the door and walk over to my seat.
     Oh well, we all have to grow up sometimes.
     “You know Claudia; it would probably help you a lot in this class if you were on time for once.” My Professor said.
     “Sorry.” I replied.
     “Now back to what I was saying before we were interrupted.” He snootily responded.
     “Ugh! Booger butt.” I said under my breath.

Reviews

[O!]

Childhood for everyone is different.....and what you've described is how Id imagine it to be.....so it brings a smile to my face :-)...........i think it's a sweet lil write.....and the end definitely made me laugh!!.....i think it was clever of u to end it the way u did :-)...good job there!! :-)

a few typos etc:
Santa Clause (Claus)
How u can (could) dance
what to play and with who (whom)

am still smiling at the sweet experiences of ur childhood! :-)

THankyou.

O! :-)

[Susan M. Fenn]

Hahah!! Brilliant way to show the writer going back and forth between reality and remembering. Great write! Kudos to you love!

[1809 Black Plague Decem..]

ha ha, how cute, ya know, you are still young, and you don't even know it, silly :)

loving you, mishy

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

This is a great story, i enjoyed it..
You did a good job with the characters,, yes it makes one nostalgic..

Chloe
xoxo

[Brett Campaigne]

you dwell too much on objects and derivative events to truly make your character stand out... to catch my eye entertained you must colour the character alittle more, perhaps the next part will raise the bar for your protagonist.

[Whisperer]

This was very nice indeed. You talk about the situation and you give glimpses into your mind - your little reactions to the little nuances. It holds the reader and draws them in to your world.

But I have a sneaky feeling, that when we are in college, we romanticize school life...And when we are professionals, we might be tempted to romanticize college life too... When we become parents, we romanticize about spinsterhood/bachelorhood....And the list goes on!! Thats life.

This piece reminded me of a time, when I was tensely studying for my college examinations and looking out of the balcony watching little children play with colors. I was startled to realize, how my life has changed!

Anyway, all said and done, this is a very nice autobiographical and honest piece. Hope to read more such writing from you.

[Cat O'nine]

this is a nice glimpse into the hindsight we dont really start to dwell in till life starts to take on qualities that are more 'have to' than 'want to'. I am not sure this is humor and satire, it may fit a bit better into biography and memoir. while it has a few parts that are good for a smile, i think the genre of memoir would be better suited, due to the reflective nature of it.

I did not see the original, though i think there might be a few places in here that you might touch upon again. the opening of it seems a bit fragmented, mainly between these 2 sentences:
" College can be so overwhelming with their long essay�s and complicated tests. As I go outside my house, I see the neighbor kids playing on their front yard and having the time of their life, how I envied them."

I think that a simple paragraph break might be in order, to seperate the change of thought process.

Also, i would elaborate just a smidge on the general sour feelings regarding the current teacher and homework, perhaps draw a bit of a parallel between the stodgy professor and the frazzled teachers of gradeschool.

[Ismael Rodriguez Jr.]

Takes me back to my own childhood with all it's joy, wonder, and innocence. this is a great story that full of hope.

[Tomás Ó C..]

You tell him Claudia!!!

[Dead Angel]

THE NEWLY REVISED STORY OF "TO BE YOUNG AGAIN!" :)