Same, kinda. This year I’ve been leaning into recreating that sense of childhood creativity in my writing/art; for me, it’s about bringing back the earnestness and enthusiasm that got dulled in my teen/adult years. I think we’re all still the same creative kid inside, we’re just embarrassed now about our ideas being “cringe” or “unoriginal”. Or we’re making stuff to appeal to an audience instead of ourselves.
I’ve gotten way more sensitive to clothing textures as I get older, and I don’t remember having too much texture sensitivity as a kid (except for hating itchy tags). I’m also way too aware now of my clothes when I sleep, so sleeping in any kind of pajama bottoms or socks is impossible for me. That never used to be A Thing for me until a few years ago. It doesn’t really impact my life very much though.