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What If Growing Up Was the Biggest Mistake You Ever Made?

What Science Says—and What Your 10-Year-Old Self Already Knew

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Deema Lopez
Sep 05, 2025
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HAPPPPYYYYYYYYYY SEEEPPPTTTEEMMMMBERRRRRRRRRRRR

*intense screaming*

It’s finally my time to be the most annoying person ever.

I don't even care if it's 80 degrees outside, we have entered the 'ber months. I've got candles lit, the fireplace on, and a gingerbread latte with my name on it. I can just feel my summer depression slowly evaporating.

This week’s fun fact was fact checked by my dog.

Sharing last year’s list that I compiled based on your feedback—I can’t believe I still haven’t seen Practical Magic.

  1. Signs: You guys recommended this book and I loved it. A medium wrote it and I found the stories comforting. Highly recommend.

  2. Unknown Number: I don’t want to give much away but OMG this was insane. A group of middle school kids are cyber bullied by someone and that’s all I’ll say.

I feel like the universe’s quiet joke is that we spend years growing up, only to realize our 10-year-old selves were onto something. Maybe even everything.

We begin life sticky-fingered and wide-eyed, spending our days making mud pies, talking to imaginary friends, and asking profound questions like “Do ants sleep?” and “Can I be a dinosaur when I grow up?”

Then, without warning, adolescence comes crashing in like an overzealous hall monitor. We convince ourselves that growing up means growing out of the things we loved. Suddenly, joy must be justified, play must have purpose, and you can no longer wear your cape to the grocery store because “you’re too old for that.” (Which honestly is ridiculous because if Batman can wear a cape to work, I should be allowed to wear mine to Trader Joe’s.)

Remember when we wanted to be astronauts, or dinosaur veterinarians, or Lego engineers? Not because those jobs made money or got social clout, but because they were cool? They made our eyes sparkle. And then somewhere along the line, we stopped asking, "What lights me up?" and started asking, "Will this make my parents proud?"

I read this post a few weeks ago and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it:

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