My parents, like many others, have said, enjoy being young and don’t worry about getting a job and having money till you’re older. The time will come when you begin to work at your first job and have to start worrying about more big kid things, but until that day comes, enjoy being a kid. 

Honestly, those words kind of just flew straight over my head. 

I grew up in a family that didn’t really have money to be wasted on things like toys, consoles, and other random things that were popular during my youth, so I learned to appreciate what I have. 

I was grateful for those things, but I did feel an empty sensation, like if I were left out of most conversations when I was younger because the only things my friends would talk about when I was younger were the things I didn’t have. 

Since I was young, I was eager to get my first job or find a way to get money. I’d sell things like snacks or bracelets I made in middle school. I began to gain a little bit of money and I’d be happy I could waste it since it was mine. Then Covid hit, and I was a kid with no money again, so I couldn’t buy the things I wanted anymore. 

The entire reason I wanted money was because I never wanted to ask for it from my parents. I’d feel guilty for wasting that money.

I always wanted and still want to grow up to be like them because they are both really hard workers that try their hardest to make me and my siblings happy, and they are so awesome for that. I’m so blessed I have parents like that, but as I get older and begin to get closer and closer to being able to get a job, I begin to get scared and feel regret.

Soon enough, all the free time I have will come to an end sooner than I thought, and just like that, I won’t be a kid anymore. I’ll be a bigger kid with more responsibilities. Though, at the same time, I’m excited because I’ll be able to help my dad out with things.

So, I guess it isn’t that bad. Throughout these years, I’ve learned to make the most of the time I have because sooner or later, it’s gonna run out, and I don’t want to end up living my life with a bunch of regrets.