The whole idea of it makes me feel

like I'm coming down with something,

something worse than any stomach ache

or the headaches I get from reading in bad light--

a kind of measles of the spirit,

a mumps of the psyche,

a disfiguring chicken pox of the soul.

You tell me it is too early to be looking back,

but that is because you have forgotten

the perfect simplicity of being one

and the beautiful complexity introduced by two.

But I can lie on my bed and remember every digit.

At four I was an Arabian wizard.

I could make myself invisible

by drinking a glass of milk a certain way.

At seven I was a soldier, at nine a prince.

But now I am mostly at the window

watching the late afternoon light.

Back then it never fell so solemnly

against the side of my tree house,

and my bicycle never leaned against the garage

as it does today,

all the dark blue speed drained out of it.

This is the beginning of sadness, I say to myself,

as I walk through the universe in my sneakers.

It is time to say good-bye to my imaginary friends,

time to turn the first big number.

It seems only yesterday I used to believe

there was nothing under my skin but light.

If you cut me I could shine.

But now when I fall upon the sidewalks of life,

I skin my knees. I bleed.

The feeling of nostalgia is only made possible by realizing that childhood is valuable and something to be missed. There is a point in every person's life where they grow up, and while there are many freedoms that come with growing up, this melancholy feeling comes when one realizes that they will never be as free as they were in their childhood.

And I've never felt more alone, feels so scary getting old

This dream isn't feeling sweet, we're reeling through the midnight streets

And I've never felt more alone, feels so scary getting old

I want 'em back, I want 'em back

The minds we had, the minds we had

How all the thoughts, how all the thoughts

Moved 'round our heads, moved 'round our heads

I want 'em back, I want 'em back

The minds we had, the minds we had

It's not enough to feel the lack

I want 'em back, I want 'em back, I want 'em

You're the only friend I need (you're the only friend I need)

Sharing beds like little kids (sharing beds like little kids)

And laughing 'til our ribs get tough (laughing 'til our ribs get tough)

But that will never be enough (but that will never be enough)

It is notable that adulthood would be portrayed so negatively to a child audience. Perhaps the adults who wrote the film intended to convey to their young audience the importance of savoring your childhood while you still have it. The romanticization of childhood in the media is all around, and is introduced to children at a young age, likely causing many of them to develop a fear of growing up.

The mind must be worked and challenged regularly in order to function optimally. By talking about our memories with one another, often we remember things stored far back in our minds, and build deeper emotional connections with one another.