“When was the first time you really felt like a grown up (if ever)?” –The Daily Post
The first time I felt grown up was probably the first time my Mom left me in a checkout line alone at a supermarket around the age of eight because she had to run back into the store to grab the box of cereal she forgot to pick up. I slowly stepped forward as the people ahead of me were being checked out, grabbing their bags of groceries, and leaving. Being so young and without a cellphone, money, or credit card, my heart pounded out of my chest. It was so scary! I hated the idea of having to tell the cashier, “Sowwy, I can’t pay for this and I don’t know where my mommy is”. It was seriously horrifying. I didn’t want to be left alone, yet my mom did it time and time again! Typically, she would come back a few minutes later and everything would resume as usual. Except one time, she didn’t come back in time! I had to apologize to the cashier and tell him my mom was grabbing something she forgot and would be back in a minute or two. I wanted to die but once it was done, it was no big deal. I talked. Why did that seem so scary to me when I was so young? Either way, I learned that it wasn’t as terrifying as my mind was making it seem like it would be! I did it. After that moment, I officially turned into an all-growed-up.