It was with great sadness this morning that I read of the death of Fred Rogers. It's an event like this that makes me realize that I am growning up. I am eighteen years old, still clinging on to the last vestiges of childhood while at the same time clamoring to be recognized as an adult. As I get older, I realize more and more things:

The world is not perfect.

We live in a world where war can break out at any time.

There are people who are going to bed hungry.

There are entire societies of people whose basic needs are not being met.

Even Mr. Rogers will die.

Now, here I am, on the cusp of adulthood. I want to have the freedoms associated with it, while being sheltered from the bad things in the world. And events like the death of Mr. Rogers keeps reminding me of one thing:

Growing up kinda sucks.