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The childhood clock has stopped ticking. I am no longer able to continue holding on to such childish dreams. I have entered the real world, the bigger world. In this world, we can't have fun. Fun is for children, which we are not. we have managed to convince the world that being an adult brings more freedom than being a child. How foolish we were to believe that. Even a king has less freedom than a kid. If I could have one single wish, it would be to go back to the days when the only fear I had was being eaten by the monster under my bed. The monster seems a lot less scary now that I've faced the true horrors of this world.