Humor Me: If you could, would you be a kid again?
If you had the chance, would you be a kid again?
Everyone thinks about it at some point. It could be while you’re
standing in front of the mirror, noticing the gray in your hair or just your lack
of hair. It could be when you pass children zooming down the street on scooters
as you head to a long day at work.
Maybe the thought hits when you see one of those painfully
bad family movies in which a parent and child switch bodies. That plot is
recycled so often in Hollywood that I’m sure another body-switch movie is currently
in production. Probably with vampires.
Now that my kids are heading back to school, the thought of
turning back the clock is fresh in my mind. I’ve seen some discussion of it on
the Internet, too, and I was a little surprised to see so many people who didn’t
want a childhood do-over.
Turning down the chance to instantly shave 20, 30, 40 or
more years off your age? It’s a tempting offer in a world loaded with anti-aging
diets, medicines, vitamins, creams and serums. Our obsession with youthfulness
shows in the way cosmetic surgery has grown and the way Cher looks much younger
than age 66 – and oddly human-like.
I, for one, would like to be a kid again. I had a happy
childhood in the ’80s, despite suffering through money-saving at-home haircuts
that created some choppy looks in my pre-teen school photos. My parents also
were extremely late adopters of that crazy new fad of cable television and saw
no value in video games. I’m scarred for life.
Still, I’d like to be a kid again. But only if at about age
12, when adolescent awkwardness poured over me like a crashing wave, I could
fast-forward to around age 20. The awkwardness didn’t magically stopp then, but
at least I had the maturity to put it in a better, “it’s not the end of the
world” context.
When you’re a kid, it can feel like the end of it all when
you don’t do well on a test, or your team loses, or you’re rejected by a
potential girlfriend or boyfriend. In my case, I usually just guessed that the
girls were out of my league because I was too shy to ask anyone out.
Imagine what would happen
if she rejected me, I thought. That kind of public humiliation would
require some kind of offshoot of the witness relocation program that served
rejected teens.
I do have some great memories of my teenage years. But I
also remember the day-to-day anxiety of trying to fit in, having enough friends
and being popular -- or at least not unpopular. We were all trying to be
mature, but really didn’t know how to do that. We feared that we wouldn’t do
well in school, that we wouldn’t do well in life and that our future could be
doomed by an enormous pimple that even extra-strength Clearasil couldn’t
handle.
Just about everything is blown out of proportion when you’re
an adolescent. I saw it when I was a summer camp counselor for the YMCA during
my college years, and I see it emerging in my oldest son, who will soon turn
10. Molehills quickly become mountains.
But there’s a reason for that. Many studies, including one
by the National Institute of Mental Health, show that the adolescent brain is
still developing and the frontal lobes are not fully connected. And what are
some of the functions of the frontal lobes?
Impulse control and management of intense emotions. Also, the
ability to see that a pencil-thin face-outline beard might look silly and that riding
a bike off a roof and filming it for YouTube might not end well.
So, on second thought, maybe I’ll stick with where I am now
in life. When I want to recapture my youth, I’ll just watch my kids grow up,
encourage them as much as possible and hope for the best.
And, of course, root, root, root for their frontal lobes to
develop.
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