The last time I really yearned to be a grown-up was when I was 4-5 years old, watching my father come home with books under his arm. After that, it was a love-hate relationship with adulthood and responsibility and everything else it entails. Also, it's definitely true that when things get rough, I look back on those simpler times with great fondness.

Now I struggle with the fact that I did grow up, and I should behave like a responsible grown-up I am (on the other hand, if all other adults think the same, who is acting as a grown-ups?)

Good question. Could this explain why we tend to mimic our parents/adult role models we had growing up, many times to our great dismay?

P.S. I was quite terrible with the elastic band thingie.