Once upon a time

Once upon a time, we wanted to outgrow our jeans. Now, we want our jeans to outgrow us.

Once upon a time, we wished we could help Mummy clean. Now, cleaning becomes a chore.

Once upon a time, we looked forward to our next birthday. Now, we wish that it creeps up as slowly as possible.

Once upon a time, we wanted to be just like Mummy or Daddy. Now, being likened to our parents is an offence.

Once upon a time, we looked forward to each new day. Now, each new day is just another set of routine.

I wonder if anything had changed, or are we just being carried away by the tide of time?