Adults don't know the world of children, and in the same way, children don't know the world of adults. As a result, when children are still children, they hope that they will grow up quickly, but adults want to return to their mother's womb.

There are too many fantasies, so I grew up to be a painting bordered by fantasies.

There is too much helplessness, so the years have become a page of words that want to be erased.

Between a fantasy child and an adult who knows well, there is a gulf that is almost difficult to cross.

What does it feel like to be swayed? It's like looking at the price tag on the back of a novel on the shelf, but the money in the bag has no corresponding number, so I can only say goodbye as much as I desperately want to have it. Such a goodbye, sometimes it is indeed goodbye, more often than not!

Adults naturally care about the future of their children, and sometimes it spoils and becomes a bondage!

If your mother never allows you to lock the door, lock the drawer, or play with your phone alone in the room, she will secretly check your school bag, look through your things, and ask for your phone to be checked in front of you, if you refuse......

In that case, what will happen to you?

Such a mother is my homeroom teacher in my third year of high school, the one I mentioned before.

I clenched my hands into fists and thankfully God I wasn't given such a mom! It's terrible, I really don't understand, she can talk to the whole class about how she cares about her daughter, how a mother is afraid of her child's early love and bad schooling, and how she has paved her daughter's path and went to high school to study science, even though she is a liberal arts teacher, and asks her colleagues to help her daughter with math. Even if I don't mention universities, I'm afraid I'll make my own decisions!

One of my classmates, crying and being forced by her father to choose a science class, later told me that there were less than 30 people in the class, only three girls, and they didn't talk to each other, and she felt so uncomfortable that she really wanted to stop studying for a while.

I've never had such restraints, so looking at the examples around me and thinking about myself, I've always been my own master.

When I was a child, I ran to play with my classmates, and almost every time I had to wait for her for a long time, watching her mother stare at her and watch her do her homework, but such a thing never happened to me. When I got home, I asked my mother, why didn't you push me to do my homework? And never ask me if I caused trouble at school? Regressed in academic performance? Or is it progressing? My mother laughed and said, "You have that self-consciousness and comprehension, why do I still look at you?"

Later, when choosing a high school or even filling in the college entrance examination, they all said: You make your own decision!

At that moment, I realized that the freedom I had had become so heavy!

Because of the heaviness, you will be careful, so you will be afraid that you will break it, so I know that the taste of growing up, in fact, is also when making bigger decisions for yourself, do not rely on, do not regret! Perhaps it is because of the decision I made that the probability of regret is greatly reduced!

Life is your own, decide to rely on yourself!