My parents are always shouting and fighting. My 18-year-old brother spends all his time playing video games. Whenever I want to get in with him he would always kick me out. My oldest teenage sister locks herself up in her room every day. Whenever I get curious about what she does, she furiously orders me around to stay out of her room. Come on what a yucky and boring life they’re living. I am the only rugrat in this house that seems to play. I wonder why all these older people are so dead. Living like an adult seems gross. I don’t ever want to be an adult. I want to do many things. I want to play. I want to laugh. I want to kid around, prank them, and continue to pull their legs. I want to show them how I can run like the wind and for them to try hard to catch up with me. I want them to see that life can be as easy as riding a bike. I want them to feel free, to do whatever makes them alive and up all the time.