Can I be a child again?

Have you had one of those days where you think back on the day, and imagine what your day would have actually been like if you were a child again? The day could have been like this:
Mom or Dad comes in and wakes you up, and you eat yummy home made french toast, and then you and your siblings ride bikes to school (I am basing this in Japan, since that was my lovely childhood). Then you go to school and play with your friends and learn. Eat a yummy lunch made from mom from leftovers from dinner before. School is over and you rush back home to eat the afternoon snack mom has prepared and practice piano and play with your siblings. Sitting around the dinner table with your family, having the lovely conversations and insights from family members. Laughing at Dad's jokes and hearing about each others days. Helping clean up dinner and possibly watching the one English show on TV or going on an evening stroll around the neighborhood. Going grocery shopping as a family, biking, playing games, singing as a family. Going to our family's friends to hang out with. (All these things would be options, not all these can happen in one day). That sounds like a much better day then the day I had today.

No one should rush their children out of childhood. Ever. I am glad I wasn't rushed, but it still went fast. But I know I wanted to grow up at times, stop being treated as a child. So it is a bittersweet idea of being a child again. When I have children, I want them to enjoy being a child and using their imagination as best they can. Children should look their age, not look like they are five years older. I wonder if children growing up at faster rates, but not seeing the maturity level when they reach adulthood, has something to do with growing up faster then need be. I have been finding that there are a lot of rough obstacles adults have to go through, and it makes it more hard to enjoy the simple things of life, and dance to a music beat, and sing a happy song, and skip along the sidewalk. But those are some days, but then there are other days that are better, and where you really can be your inner child. I will wait and enjoy those days. The rough days is what makes me want to go back to being a child. I did not think that things would change when I was a child. But they gradually did. I did not get a sudden lightning bolt of change, and boom: everything's changed. It just happened, small and big changes, coming at you in various degrees. It may not have been apparent while growing up, but when you look back you realize the change.

Here's a thought of a very minor change: I remember playing on McDonald's playground growing up. Well I did not think, oh I am now too old and too big to be allowed to play on the playground at McDonald's. I never thought about it, but there was a time and age when I stopped doing that. I would not be able to tell you the day and time I stopped. But it did end. That's a very minor change, but it is a change. There are many other changes, but I will not bore you with all of them. You could write an example of a change from childhood to growing up in your own life.