The Babies

I think I'm going through a pre-midlife crisis this week. 

I am sick just thinking about how kids that were born in 1993, are now in college and in my single's ward. 

Doesn't it make you sick? 

I babysat these kids. Now here they are in my classes (institute is my only class, but you catch my drift), and in my single's ward. 

I hate seeing them grow up, driving cars, and adding me as friends on facebook. 

In my mind they're still the 8-year-old that worshipped me and my babysitter's bag that I toted around. 

Now here they are in my same field as a young single adult. 

I hate getting old.