Adulthood Poem by John Dadzie

One day after the other,
i sit and ask myself if i hadn't wished to be a grown up would i have stayed younger?
Reminiscing on those childhood past, ooh! What a wonderful sight.
The name calling, wife tagging no respect for colours and making bubbles out of gum, with a tap from a complaint my little sister i am awoken from this sitcomic flashback, but then again i ask myself is it worth it? Yes it should be with all that has happened, what is happening and fear of what would happen i wish i was a child.
Am scared of adulthood and am not even there yet.