As a tyke playing with my Barbies I would dream of a world far, far away from my tormentors and the confines of my parents' home of a magical place called "adulthood." Oh, adulthood (or even teen years in some cases). It just HAD to be better than the hell hole known as elementary school and junior high where I had little to no friends. (Thank you Marla for being down when no one else was.)
Because I had no frame of reference at the time, everything I knew about being a teen or adult came from popular culture. My parents' version of adulthood sounded woefully boring. (Hard work? Sacrifice? Bah!) But TV had such wonderful, much more unrealistic ideas to put in my noggin.
Unfortunately these visions left reality terribly disappointing. Here are the top five things that ruined growing up for me as a kid (and a few that still affect me today).
More after the jump.