"If I could talk to my 8-year-old self, I'd say ...

don't rush it, kid."

I sat here with a blank slate of a blog post window for 20 minutes reflecting on my childhood. There are events in my life that I do wish I could change, but none so poignant as my overall childhood wish to 'just grow up already.'

Today, at 24-years-old, I can still smell the scent of my elementary gifted teacher's aftershave. I can feel the texture of the rubber mats underneath our kindergarten playground. I don't feel like 24 years have gone by. But then, oh then, I could only dream of driving a car, getting a paycheck for designing dream houses for the rich, and traveling the world. What I would give to have back the days of the kindergarten playground and my Fisher Price town sets.

What would you say?

And as a side note: