Saturday mornings are for sleeping. You are taller than the slide at the McDonald's playland. Your parents' jokes are now funny. You have owned, and since disowned Michael Jackson's Thriller. You would rather wear your dirty clothes again, because mom is not there to do your laundry anymore.
Naps are good.
You have once deemed Space Invaders as 'The best game ever'. You actually buy scarves, gloves, and sunscreen. Your idea of fun parties now include Chips 'n' Salsa and Snapple. You leave concerts and ballgames early to beat the crowd. You WANT clothes for Christmas.