Darshan Dhaduk | Week 16 - Time Flies

 Darshan Dhaduk 

Mrs. Smith

English 11 AP

7 May 2025




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Time does really fly by. One day we are stepping into our first ever day of school, and the next we are graduating. One day we are celebrating our 5th birthday, and the next we are celebrating our sweet sixteen. One day we have thoughts of driving a car, and the next we have our permit. Childhood is really one of the best era’s of my life. My parents used to always tell me, take advantage of the time I had as a kid, because it will never come back again. Now being a kid and hearing this from my parents just meant another set of words that my parents were trying to tell me. It had no meaning to me back then, but as I look back at it now, I should have really listened to what my parents said. Every time I come home and complain about not being able to go outside and hangout with my friends, I always thought about the free time I had as a kid. Coming home from school, barely having homework, and right after 5 PM, everyone would be lining up to play basketball. It was times like these were I should have lived my life as a kid, because it was never coming back. Now obviously I can’t go back in time and change it, but I can still relive these memories. Looking at old pictures of my self and remembering the context of the picture, always makes me feel like I am reliving the moment. Growing up with the same group of friends and seeing them grow up, just make me know that childhood was really the best. Seeing kids these days on there phones and wasting there time on a screen (not that I already do that), just makes me want to tell them about how valuable childhood really is.

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  1. Harini KannanMay 15, 2025 at 11:06 AM

    Hi Darshan! I love how your blog really made me think and appreciate childhood. It disappears so quickly. My parents also used to tell me to enjoy those years as much as possible, but I honestly brushed it off. Now, I spend a lot of time wishing I could create a time machine and go back. Looking at old photos always makes me very nostalgic. I remember what it was like to be a kid with no stress. I always repeat my parents' advice to my little brother, and thankfully, he spends more time outside than in front of a screen. Like you said, childhood is really valuable, and it’s important to enjoy the moments we have. Thank you for sharing!

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  2. Hiba KathawalaMay 21, 2025 at 9:54 AM

    Hi Darshan! Your blog was so relatable. I also remember my laid back evenings from when I was young, and the fun I used to have playing outside with my friends and neighbors without a care in the world. However, now life is much less simple. It can be hard to enjoy the same simple moments as we did when we were younger. However, I still try to relax and unwind from the challenges for being a junior by reading my favorite books, or revisiting my favorite movies that I enjoyed as a child. So, I suppose that even though we may not be able to go back in time and regain the same simplicity as before, we can still find ways to bring fun into our lives to make them more enjoyable, and take a break from the hectic nature of today. Overall, your blog was so fun to read, and congratulations on finishing your last blog of the year!

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  3. Raghav SharmaMay 21, 2025 at 8:32 PM

    Darshan!
    Nostalgia, is the one word I can describe your blog for this week. You brought back so many great memories, because all my friends who lived on our street, would gather together at 5pm after elementary school, to play basketball at our park. We all used to walk together, laugh together, and sometimes, we even made each other cry this one time. Short story time, my friend accidentally pushed my friend, and he started crying, but I was the "older brother" in the group. So after I calmed him down, we continued to have a beautiful time playing. Actually, we both started to know each other because of basketball. I versed you in AAU, ( I beat you), and we both shook hands and gave each other a hug because we were the best. These small memories will always be with me, and now your my best friend. I also loved how you ended your blog with "kids these days'“ because I am seeing all the kids from my old elementary school with these iPhone, and making TikTok's like Charlie Damelio, and I was thinking, how amazing life was when I was in elementary school. Darshan, I am definitely going to miss reading your blogs and commenting on them. It was such an honor to have you in my cohort, and until then partner, salute.

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