As the years passed throughout my childhood, I can remember wishing to be an adult, to make my own decisions and not abide by theirs. Growing up with my grandparents, I was sheltered, not able to attend many social functions, such as parties or outings with friends. This surely was such a letdown with feelings of being punished. But as the years have changed, and now I am that adult, same as my grandparents were then, I can now understand the love they must have felt for me, to care so much about my safety, to have to deal with all the rebellious ways I imposed on them. As my days of growing older and now experiencing some of the same situations, only to the other extent, where I gave too much freedom to mine and was accused of not caring or loving them. It’s funny how too much still isn’t enough; I guess I should have just been in between.