I was not much into growing up. I liked having people take care of me—provide me housing and food and transportation. I looked forward to going to college, but graduating was not something I wanted to do at all. It meant not just the end of free housing and food (free to me, anyway), but the end of being around my friends.
Now growing up turned out to be better than I thought it would be. Earning a living wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be. It was hard at first, but after grad school, which I put myself through, it became a lot easier.
Now I’m not particularly looking forward to growing any older than I am. Each year means more aches and pains and a lessening physical ability. I’d rather stay as young as I can for as long as I can. Don’t really want to grow up. Never did.