I miss being a kid. Granted, for all intents and purposes, I still am a kid, but I am talking about the days where I used to pack a set of “play clothes,” and staying up late was when you were awake past 9:30 PM. Those were the good old days, but like all wonderful things, they had to come to an end. Now that I am in that awkward purgatory of being a child and an adult (also known as college) I have been reflecting on what it is that I really liked about being a kid, and that is when I came to the conclusion that growing up is unbelievably overrated. Don’t believe me? Allow me to convince you…