I was walking down the cold remedies aisle in CVS a few hours ago picking out medicine for my sore throat when I remembered being young. When I was little, my dad used to drive to CVS in the middle of the night to buy me medicine for a random toothache I had. My mom took off work for three days to watch me when I had the mumps, and rubbed calamine lotion all over me when I had the chicken pox. She would crush medicine tablets that were too big for me to swallow, and give me a glass of water and a piece of candy to wash out the bitter taste. For every sore throat I had, my mom would make me lemon tea with honey and my bed would be piled high with multiple blankets. Someone would always be next to me so that i’d never grow bored laying in bed all day.. I felt like a damn princess. And then there I was at CVS picking out medicine for my own sore throat, cleaning my own room, making my own bed.. Brewing my own tea, swallowing the two Tylenol Rapid Release pills, and getting ready for a lonely night, sick in bed by myself.. Things really do change when you get older.