I like a teacher who gives you something to take home to think about besides homework.
They tell me I have got a mind of my own, but sometimes it's like my mind itself has its own mind.
Acting childish seems to come naturally, but acting like an adult, no matter how old we are, just doesn't come easy to us.
Frankly, I think the chances of having a happy childhood while you're still a kid going through it are pretty slim.
If love is the answer, could you please rephrase the question