Wish I was 10 again

Just think about how great our lives were when we were 10.
No alarm clocks and mobile phones beeping like crazy in our heads to wake us up on time. Instead mom would come to wake me up and would always let me sleep another 5 minutes (and another 5, and another 5) until she pulled my covers and made me get up so I wouldn't be late.
Then I didn't have to think about what to have for breakfast, little less make it. I'd walk into the kitchen and there was a big cup of hot cocoa waiting for me.
After that, I already knew the routine mom would always 'gently' remind me of, yelling - go brush your teeth, put on your uniform, get your backpack, here's your snack.
Off to school, she would drive us.
At school, again everything was pre-determined. Little bit of learning, little bit of finger painting. And the most important decisions and dilemmas I was faced with was if I wanted to play house or in the playground during recess, and what color was I going to paint the walls of my house in the drawing I made for my parents.
Life was so easy and so beautiful and I didn't know.
Then I turned 15 and I wanted freedom.
Freedom to go out with boys, to go to the mall with my friends. To go out at night.
Freedom to do whatever I wanted, go wherever I wanted and not have to obey my parents. I knew better. At least at that point I thought I did.
Spent so much energy and time during my teen years dreaming of the moment I would go live on my own. Be my own boss. Do whatever I wanted and not have to explain myself to anyone.
It was a dream so distant...
But now here I am, with all that freedom I wanted so badly, for so long.
And?!?!?!
And I'd change it all for one more day being 10 and a big cup of hot cocoa for breakfast.