Posts Tagged ‘growing up’

Childhood VIII: Moving On

Sometimes the cards we are dealt are not always fair. However you must keep smiling & moving on (Jackson).

I came home today from school and noticed the mail already dispersed over the table. My eye catches on the latest Nickelodeon Magazine; I become excited in my head, getting to see one of my favorite magazines finally make it. Something catches my eye though. There is a note attached to the inside flap of the magazine, which says

This issue, the 159th of NICKELODEON MAGAZINE, will be our final one. Yes, we know- it’s sad news. For the last 16 years it has been our pleasure and privilege to entertain and educate you. And we hope that our many, many loyal readers have enjoyed every issue of what we think was a fantastic kids’ magazine. It’s one of our greatest joys to meet people who grew up with Nick Mag. One thing we’re really proud of is that we’ve helped instill in them a lifelong love of reading…. Often, when we tell people that we work at Nick Mag, their first response is, “Wow! That must be so much fun!” Yes it was. Thank you again, Laura Galen, Senior Vice President/ Editorial Director, and the magazine staff.

I was heartbroken when I heard the news that Nick Magazine was ending its  production. I was one of the many that grew up reading it. The magazine came out the exact year and month I was born, so it was pretty easy to tell how much the magazine aged as I had, and so I felt a connection to it. Of course, at heart Nick Mag is still a kid, even though I am well into growing up, and so putting it to a rest to me is growing out of it. Gosh, I had so many memories when reading the magazine. I especially loved the comics, the monthly themes of articles, and the hundreds of pranks that kept me laughing. I used to collect every single magazine that came in the mail and I would read them repetitively in my room or anywhere around the house. They never got old; I could just go back to reading an issue from months ago and have it all be new to me. My parents would get upset because they took up took much room on my shelves and had me get rid of them, but I kept on saving them to look at in my free time. As a grew up, I’d backed down on keeping strict attention to every page, and I’ve started to move on with my own life, focusing on schoolwork and other people or things that interested me. At heart, I still am a kid, and this magazine is definitely difficult to lay down in a grave to be lost forever. It really is hard to move on sometimes.

I’m moving again. In the past it has been pretty upsetting to move, I mean anyone can relate: having to pack everything in boxes, having to throw out anything that takes up too much space or things that you don’t need anymore. It’s really difficult to have to throw away toys or games that you’ve played when you were little. I felt so cold inside when my dad told me I had to throw out all of my teddy bears before the move to our next house. I mean, I guess I was growing up and didn’t play with them anymore, but still, they were mine, and I had loved them at the time and didn’t want to see them go away to be donated or thrown out. Moving on is like one of those friendship bracelets in the shape of a hear that is split down the middle. One friend gets one half while the other gets to have the other half. By throwing these toys and games away, it’s just taking a part of that friendship bracelet and destroying it, being left with half of a heart, lonesome, useless, and meaningless. The memories remain in that one half of the heart, but it feels depression because of the lost other co-part. It is agony having to push something away from you that you used to cherish. Parents don’t understand that; they don’t understand those feelings that come into play before a big move. If only they understood and had you keep all of those things from childhood that you used to enjoy. It’s nice to look back on what you used to love later in life, to show it to your children or grandchildren and have them understand your memories you’ve had.


Childhood III – Height

footYou hold on to your mother’s hand while crossing the street in the city. You hold on for your life; it’s like clinging on to a vine that will keep you suspended from the dangers below.  It is the only thing that separates you from safety and the dangers of the outside world: the cars on the road and the hundreds of strangers around you. It really isn’t that easy being such an age. Because you are so short, it forces you to look up to everyone and everything. It is even more frightening from below. The city is like a rainforest. The emergent layer (the older adults) walk through life knowing that they have nothing to worry about; the sun is shining on them, it is nice to feel tall and in power. They are headed of to their high paying jobs at large businesses. The canopy layer (the younger adults) aren’t that high up in society, but they have an idea of where they are heading to. The understory layer (the teenagers) are looking for a direction to head in, they still have enough freedom to wander the forest alone. And finally, there is the forest floor (the children) the darkest, scariest layer where young ones are forced into the lowest rung of society and have to look up to everyone else from the floor. It really is a no-brainer why children love to crawl on the floor in public places. They know they are at the bottom of the ladder, so why not have fun while you can before heading into all the dangers of climbing up? Most people don’t realize it, but the floor is a big part of what makes a child a child. The floor is where they play with blocks, dolls, and other toys, while grown men would huddle around a table to play a card game. The floor is where they learn; like first learning how to walk in early childhood, while people of older age sit in hard, cold desks. The floor is where they have story time, while adults sit in chairs to read. Why would someone at such an age want to use a chair? I remember at school assemblies, they always had the preschoolers sit on the floor while the older kids sat on the bleachers. Remember when you had to sit pretzel-style on the floor? I remember being so excited to sit like that with the other kids. Now that I am older, I am no longer flexible enough to do that again. In music class all the kids would sit pretzel-style and the teacher would just sit in a chair on the outside and instruct everyone. The teacher was always higher than the student. Even now when we have to sit in a chair, the teacher just stands up to instruct. Anyway, when you are young you have your own position in society. Of course you may not like it, or even realize it at the time on account of how much fun it was to sit on the nice, comfy carpet, but it sticks with you, and changes as you get older and more mature.

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Edited By Mark Savin