Do you ever want to go back to childhood? Everyone is always so eager to grow up. Why do I find childhood reveries frequently revisiting me? It was indeed a magical time full of wonder and carefree play. I don't want to despise being an adult, nor do I want to look back on this very time right now and regret not making the most of it..but I can't help but feel the weight of this childhood clout. What is the deal here? Am I the only one who occasionally feels like this?