An Objective Conclusion
Most adult folks say that they’d like to be a child again. I’m not sure how many people actually believe it when they say that. I think majority folks from a past, depressed generation decided that they enjoyed their childhood days more and wanted to be children again; soon afterward, this became a cliché; folks from subsequent generations accepted this because it’s a cliché (and a cliché does not remain a cliché if it does not have majority acceptance), and these folks thought that it’s too important a cliché not to live till eternity. Thus the cliché still lives.

I, for one, like the point in life that I’m in. Independent (and you can’t be independent when you’re a kid). Not just (approximate) financial independence, but independence from most things that “normalcy” demands of you—studies, staying sober, foo, bar, etc.

Maybe I like this point in my life because I am in this point in my life. But maybe it’s not that. The thing is, when I was a child, I don’t remember ever saying that I liked being a child and want to remain one for the rest of my life. Now when I’m no longer a child, I still don’t want to be a child. Thus, I think, I’m being objective enough to say that I like what I am today.