Today’s question, #6 of 14:
At what age did you become an adult?
I probably thought I was all grown up way before I really became an adult, around the age of bleaching my own hair … (I was blonde until I was 8, then mousey-brown, then anywhere between bottle blonde and bright orange or back to mousey-brown between 11 and 17 years old, occasionally reddish tones or mostly natural-mousey since…
I guess I didn’t really become an adult until my first child was born. The arrival of a new life and accompanying responsibilities changes everything. I was nineteen.
Even then, plenty might say I’ve never quite made my way on the grown-up ladder. Plenty might be quite right in telling me:
Any chance I’ve had I’ve still enjoyed playing like a child – I’ve even played on the swing park as a lone grown-up – only when there’s been neither adults nor children to see! (Honest I have, I even made video clips while soaring on swings, so one day I’ll prove it …)
Life as an adult is such a beach, you gotta just get on, play, kick off and kick back whenever you’re able…
Don’t forget your inner child … What’s the time Mr Wolf?
What do you think? Do we ever really become ‘an adult’ – whatever does it mean ?… are we really much different as ‘grown-ups’ to the ‘little person’ we always were?
Don’t worry, my house is built of bricks, the chimney is blocked, the doors and windows are locked and Little Red Riding Hood isn’t my grand-daughter so won’t be visiting… and I’m not quite daft enough to let in the wolf!
What about this question: If your life was a fairytale, which one would it be?