I remember when I was younger how I loved being sick.
The way my voice would change and when my dad would make me soup in bed as I stayed home from school made getting sick entertaining and a nice change of pace from the norm.
But now that I'm older and sick, I'm realizing it doesn't hold the same appeal that it did for me back then. Because now I can't skip school, no one makes me soup, and my roommates just laugh at me.
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