Price we pay for growing up

Childhood is a state of bliss......because where ever we are whatever situation we are in, we enjoy it....we experince the minutest details...feel the power of presence...many will not believe ...but i still remember...how delighted i was when i was to join my kindergarten school...i was so excited...i enjoyed everything ...i felt proud when i wore my school shoes...coz i felt myself bit taller....now when i look back i feel amuzed at my innocence....i just loved to watch my teachers and back home i used to play "teacher-teacher"...imitating every actions, and even facial expressions of my teachers...at that time i dreamt of becoming a Professor...thats what my mom told me...is one who teaches elder students...i found great joy and a feeling of power...cannot be described into words......buying a balloon, barbie doll , visiting granny's place....all could be analogous to getting job of my dream....so what happened to me....i wonder why am i not able to find bliss in small things , people and situations....is that the price we pay for getting older......we become too intellectual that what were matter of enjoyment and happiness for us have now become......(under construction)