I miss the carefree days as a child. Playing on my swing set and gazebo. Riding my 12-speed bike around the East side of Detroit. Watching shows like Full House, Family Matters, Cosby Show, and A Different World on Friday nights, then waking up Saturday morning to watch Saved by the Bell and Wonder Years. What I really miss is the ability to sleep in. Now I have an internal clock that goes off at 6 a.m. every morning without fail. I miss adjusting the thermostat without a second thought. Now I keep it at a steady temp to keep control of my heating bill. Being an adult sucks. There are responsibilities. There are bills to be paid. The 1st of the month used to just symbolize a new month. Now the 1st of the month means a mortgage payment is due. There are critical life-changing decisions to make. Moves to be made. Money to earn. The list goes on. But this is what I miss: a carefree childhood.