All my needs were covered by my parents. Sure, I had to deal with my younger brother but at that stage, we got along fairly well. I didn't have to worry about much of anything. Each day contained wonder and delight.
Of course, I couldn't wait to grow up.
Now I look back and wish I'd enjoyed each stage a little more. Relished the days of not having any responsibility. Not crying over anything more than a skinned knee or bee sting. Not being aware of my flaws and weaknesses.
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