As a kid, you must have imagined what it was like to be an adult. Now that you’re a grownup (or becoming one), how far off was your idea of adult life?
Imagine I did not.
Adult and child were two different if parallel dimensions. I thought adults were kind of crazy, like when they chased after me, when I picked up a tiny barn mouse. I could not understand what all the fuss was about, the running, the shouting.
But for my eldest daughter, each new phase brought on acute anguish. I remember finding her sitting in the garden, crying that the dinosaurs were all gone. A deep realisation.
I remember too, her saying:
“I wish my grow would stop!”
Her childhood idylls slipping away were not happy moments.
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