I miss school trips where the work seems like the most important thing ever, but actually just doesn’t matter.
I miss GCSEs being so far on the horizon, you can’t even imagine them.
I miss one classroom for every lesson.
I miss the freedom to do what I want, without the pressure of following the crowd.
I miss everybody being friends.
I miss playing with Playmobil or Playdoh or Animal Hospital.
I miss the lack of cliques and gossip.
I miss eating junk food and not feeling judged.
I miss people not caring what they or others look like.
I miss English before analysing poems.
I miss having things done for me.
I miss Angelina Ballerina before it got modern.
I miss a lack of self-consciousness.
I miss cheesy holiday camps.
I miss friendship without complication.
I miss primary school.
But now I’m in secondary school, in my first year of GCSEs. Holiday camps are a thing of the past, and I’m almost constantly self-conscious. My friends are counting the calories constantly, yet I try and ignore them. CBeebies is reserved for sick days only, and friendship is an old battlefield wrought with unexploded grenades. Nobody plays games anymore, breaks are full of gossip. Every action is considered, and insecurity is an old friend.
I miss a lot of things, but everything looks better with hindsight.
An Overthinking Teenager
Tell me what you miss.