Do you remember ever thinking, when you were a small creature, that one day you would be grown up and that everything would change?
In my head, it was a fixed line, a line I would walk over one day and Wham! Bam! I would be a grown up.
And what a fantastic day this would be!
First of all, on this first glorious day of my new adult life, I would no longer be afraid of needles. Wouldn’t that be great!
“Yeah Doc, just stick it in my arm, I’m really not bothered” I would say airily with a grand smile.
Oh and if I had some nasty accident with a knife and needed stitches, the thought of which nearly made me faint, then that would be fine too. On this day, this day of all days when I had become a grown up, I would no longer care.
“Stick that needle through my skin and sew me up and I will be on my way” I would say, and I would mean it.
What a fine thing it would be to be a grown up.
Life would be so much easier.