I was raised in a way where there was no distinction between kids and adults. We were all thrown together at the same dinner table talking about everything. My mother certainly never altered the topics of her conversation based on children being present. I thought of myself as an adult trapped in a kid’s body. Had I known what adulthood was like, I would have embraced childhood a little more.
Too bad whenever adults tell kids to enjoy their childhoods, kids are like: YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND ANYTHING, and everyone is right.